Joke about nothing and you'll be forgivennthe laughs are just dying out one by onenthe lonelies are coming to gather their forcesnleft on a string, the emptiness forges us on and onnon and onnna weakness so strong you could wrap your arms around itnsmother cheeks and smothered armsnsad but it's not maybe just for a momentnwhy won't you hold me?nwhy won't you carry me on and on?nnNo more patientnon and onnno more patientnnsimple you might think but wary of reasonnyou give up on what you think's dying outnyour words aren't funny your poetry's falsenmaybe they'll like it, maybe they won'tnyou can face them onnno more patientnface them on nno more patientnface them on nno more patientnface them on nno more patientnnhey there young man come understandnthe ways you need to healnI see your stress come take our testncome on this shit is realnnyou need help (x8)nnI went downtown to look around nand see how people feelnthis lady beckons me to come nHey son, why don't ya kneel?nnyou need help (x8)nnWe let you in we see your facenand then we slap you on the wristnand when you try to leave it's much too latencause we've got you on our fucking listnnyou need help (x8)