Hey, we caught another white snake tonightnSay something and I feel alright (Psyche)nnWhat an abominationnInnocence is such a crimenHard working sound and visionnTo bring you the beats in timennHoping for stormy weathernWaiting for the proper timenWhen seven flies swarm togethernTo stitch eight, and save nine.nnAnd I realise full wellnThat my life ain't living hellnBut I wrote the book too well