Sturgeon Jingle Jangle
Row with the drone
Change coming slow
Nothing left to move me
Cuz of what I found
All of life's contusions
Might just bring me down, bring me down
My will has come undone
Ticking of the clock goes on
Another voice without a word
Waiting for tomorrow
For a change to be designed
Inner-Brain technology
Cannot be assigned
All I've left is broken
Heard it all before
All I've got surrounded
Tow it down the hall, down the hall
Your words are left unsung
Holding off the sharpened tongue
Another voice without a word
Far away in a soul turned to gray
Take a stroll through your mental decay
Cannot stay any longer this way
Takes its toll till they cart you away
Listen to drone
Changes coming slow
Nothing left to move me
Cuz of what I know, what I know
When there's nothing left to fear
I believe that I will hear
Another voice without a word
