Flower, gleam and glow,
let your power shine;
make the clock reverse,
bring back what once was mine.
So hoping you enjoy,
just of what life brings to you;
and try not to destroy,
the hearts you know are true.
Our brains distort the pleasure,
no facts behind our eyes;
this pain we've come to treasure,
being down has become our times.
When they assume you a thug from the jump,
No one would mind if you strapped with a pump.