Hey Mr. Philistine!

You Confined Yourself Into The Prison
Of Your Narrow – Minded Happiness,
Nobody Could Help You Come To Reason,
For A Season,
To Correct This Miss!

Fully Nailed Up All The Ins And Outs
To The Light, You’re Livin’ In Your Shell
Savin’ From Inevitable Routs,
Silver Clouds
And Fiery Hell!

And Your Heart, As Hard As Cool Nubble,
Was Insured ‘Gainst Flash In The Dan,
After All, You’ve Taken On A Double
Of The Trouble
To Forget You’re Man!

It Is Scarcely Credible You’re Dweller
Of The Planet Flyin’ In The Space,
But You Turned Her Into Simple Cellar
For The Jelly
Of Your Shoddy Days!

Lost Yourself Inside, You’re Not Perceivin’
That You Have Become A Stranger For
Poet, Artist, Painter Man Which Even
Might Be Livin’
In Your Soul Before!

No Excuse For Your Consumer’s Dealin’
To The Life, But You Can Not Create.
Nothing Gonna Change Your Nature Killin’
Any Feelin’ …
Now It’s Too Late!