So you think you do no harmnI caught you once when you were youngnSo you think I'd benefitnBut a curse is what you make of itnnOh, I will greet you whennSomeone feeds you sinnLike my ownnI will need you thennnWithout you I have no doubtnI'd have grown up with an angel's mouthnWell, here we are, so tightly woundnCatapult this stone to hit the cloudsnnOh, I will greet you whennSomeone feeds you sinnLike my ownnI will need you thennLike an inhalationnnOh, I will greet you whennSomeone feeds you sinnLike my own