The oracle has answered in words no tongue can speak. I met a sage, who said, "To tell the truth, the heaven of age is the hell of youth." He said, "Some get old, some get high, some give up before they try. Some love a lot, some love hype, others rot before they're ripe. Some live alone, some live a lie, some start to moan before they cry. Some take a chance, some take their time, some learn to dance, some yearn to rhyme. Some turn the page, some turn the cheek, some burn with rage, some learn to speak. Some seek a light they can never find, carry the night in their own mind. Some seek treasure some seek gain, some find pleasure in another's pain. I said some seek treasure, some seek gain, some find pleasure in another's pain." The oracle has answered in words no tongue can speak: None but the voice of the trumpet can give you what you seek. Low-life seeking creatures, walk on, by the end of the line. Low-life seeking creatures, jumping out, cutting the time. Are you on the phone more than on your own? To which virtual vices are you habitually prone? When they speak with you in counsel by what name are you known? If it's answers that you're seeking you shall find them in your bones! Low-life seeking creatures, walk on, by the end of the line. Low-life seeking creatures, jumping out, cutting the time.