Fortified in a central heartnOne stare will tear mine apartnIt's not the kind of feeling when you're all numb from thisnI can't feel the pennBut I don't need the pennRefined but not and even morennLuna can't compare to my own piece of moonnLuna ain't got shit on my personal piece of porcelain form the sandnnShe glows more than I cannHandle for a man-boy who's trying to sleepnShe'll meditate with childrennAnd she rummaged through he airnAnd find words to comparenAnd she may land on a nounnThere is no Brummel and BrownnThat tastes as good as the way you arennHead in belly. Not todaynCause my stomach's ruptured anywaynIt's not the kind of feeling when your all worked upnI never felt so downnIt's abdominaleseumnTear me in two with your witnSo I can show my friends the brain I'm withnnLuna can't compare to my own piece of moonnLuna ain't got shit on my personal piece of porcelain form the sandnnShe glows more than I cannHandle for a man-boy who's trying to sleepnShe'll meditate with childrennAnd she rummaged through he airnAnd find words to comparenAnd she may land on a nounnThere is no Brummel and BrownnThat tastes as good as the way you arennThere is nothing to sayn(There is nothing more to say)nThere is nothing more to sayn(There is nothing more to say)nThere is nothing more to saynnShe will rummage through the air nAnd find words to compare nComparenShe meditates with childrennShe might as well be a child whennI love my little child whennShe meditates with them