For Those Who Think Young

I don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to think
Laws of nature
Life the pain and pleasure syndrome
Exquisite, insensitive
I long to absorb it
Scream to a whisper
Sob to a whimper
Engulfed manacled
Engulfed manacled

Beauty is transitory
Good taste is shunned
The world is a playground
Have fun
For those who think young
Those who think young

I don't know how to amuse myself
I don't know what to think
Don't wanna put up with it
It's a tragedy
This imitation of life
Straighten up and fly right
Scream to a whisper
Sob to a whimper
Engulfed manacled
Engulfed manacled

I don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to think
Primed like a pistol
Seething with hostilities
Moaning with ecstasy
I long to explore it
Scream to a whisper
Sob to a whimper
Engulfed manacled
Engulfed manacled

Beauty is transitory
Good taste is shunned
The world is a playground
Have fun
For those who think young
Those who think young