There's no approach you have
To make you aware
You're splinters in the hands of someone
Who's pain's not theirs
A detached sense of pleasure
By the stoic tares
And mines the mind of one who takes it
And keeps it nears his chair
A friendly sense of diction
So you know we care
You swear the water never really gets you wet
You swear the water never rеally gets you wet
You swear
You swеar
You swear
You swear