Into pollution that I know Where the milk and honey flow Live at nowhere left to run Smoke too much and steal some fun Sadness be the Jesus talk Over water he could walk Sharpened knives cut out the sun Replace the moon with things to come Still now I turn away You tell me what you needed I see the wounded lies I feel the trip no more So k** the distant sun With your double tongue Deep in desire you fall Involve yourself again If I would taste the poison I could take the old man down But still I insult the aged Tell me to take the poison Tell me to take the poison Tell me to take the poison Tell me to take the poison Behind their lips