I have a problem
I am an artist and a problem solver
I am a linguist at a mime convention
I draw a door and exit into nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all
Just feel it crash against the boney beach
Flesh and blood, the detritus eats
In and out
In and out
In and out
The problem with perfect things
Is that they have a lot of problems
I am an artist and a problem solver
Pray for me