There's not a slave that's ever lived
That's felt the way I'm feeling now
Love you all and this on
I pass the time in other ways
Walk the block so many times
When the things
They all need

I tell you how i make my mind
And miss the chance of hurting you
It's not the deal of hurting me
It's hurting me, it's packing me
Now my eyes around desires
hopefully, hopefully

Hiding in my house is
The part that changes
All the million ways

More for love, love
More for eye, eye
More for love, love
More for eye, eye
More for love, love
More for eye, eye
More for love, love
More for eye, eye
More for love, love
More for eye, eye
More for love, love
More for eye, eye