If my senses won't come to menI better come to my sensesnBut I can'tnI'm too scared of being scarednnLike saving cancer-mice from labsnOr half-eaten flies from cobwebsnNo sense of realitynOr of concequencennCome come...nOh don't bothernI'll just embrace myselfnAnd while I'm at itnI'll just lift myself up by the hairnnI'm not herennSo you've all gathered herenTo knock some sense into menGo away, can't you see I'm busynDying of fear of dying?nn- Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like younWell, they don't so shut upnnWell I've got a candied heartnBut I'm afraid to use itnSo what more can I donThan entertain my demonsnIn this comic tragedy called lifen