Sans sonnet your nimble lyrics tangle the pen now bleeding it's your thing at least until you give it away fade to daft play the ugly one for me and the ugly is the good one and that's the right one to get this across grand idea reject them, reject them but respect them till everybody can inspect them, inspect them and accept them everybody must give consent sick and faint hes gurgling on his own stupid voice to hear himself talk a rising, dull chorus of the feeble who beg their own death everybody must give consent you slam the door in your own second face I promise you now we won't keep your mistake closing in on your will to conspire and as you're sailing on to a blue sea of fire