You told me don't you look at the sun,
  it burns your eyes out.
  I disobeyed and see a man who's going nowhere.
  He fed me this: you don't got to worry, you're on your feet.
  Please help me down.
  Should have made room for others who can't be beat into open sea.
  I brainstormed and caught up with my friend who's doing fine now.
  It's been uplifting knowing you all have static sources.
  I fed him this: man, am I in a hurry to break this chord of our paranoia.
  Took him too long to notice and now I'm down where I can't be found.
  And there's no antidote for a petty loaf.
  I think we've found the lighter side of our friendly host.
  I don't mean to boast, we can face all this nonsense.