I love the flowers. I love the trees. I love the universe, And I still love the bees. Bees, bees, like a slut When she stings my blind eyes shut She threw me down, and tied me up Wiped inside out my open cuts Scratched my mind until it bled Twilight sights within my head As the foetus came to be She bled outright internally And she made me fall in love I could be outside right now Smoking and doing drugs But I'd rather be in here With my guitar, making love Joan of Arc hear the voice, Or was she just paranoid? She covered her face to hide her eyes And blind her soul from the outside Evolution ran aground And left me where myself, I found.