i used to dream when i was young but now i don t feel a thing cortisol is overloaded the rich don t care to think our love our home our octopus our vision of the sun the woman is the whipping boy and the witch is stoned to death feel the sun lord see him dying free food incubation floating in a womb of love shot out in exaltation catapulted in direction of the suit the noose assembled by the goon nature feeds the savagery and the human moulds the brute feel the sun see him dying fear the sun see him dying that s one small step for man one giant leap back to the drawing board feel the sun see him dying fear the sun see him dying feel the sun see him dying fear the sun see him dying