| When the fever burns your brain |
| When your heart has got a name |
| And you long for generous days |
| You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face. |
| Another day inside the pearl |
| You could have screamed; leaving this world |
| You laugh’n’joke without a care |
| And bear a depression you can see from the air. |
| Ride the tail of rhyme |
| Break the legs of time |
| — Snap it’s spine. |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes |
| At my feet there’s a plate I haven’t read. |
| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead |
| A tambourine rings in my blood |
| The circus' rolling’n’the cage is locked. |
| So where’s the light — a match that flares |
| — The pot at the end of the rainbow’s where |
| Pick your nose as you pick your friends |
| Or spend a life in fear of the end |
| To tell a nodding shrink won’t help |
| — So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! |
| Ride the tail of rhyme |
| Break the legs of time |
| — Snap it’s spine. |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes |
| At my feet there’s a plate I haven’t read. |
| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead. |
| My eyes are blind My mind is numb |
| But my ears begin to hear — to hear the growing hum |
| Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour |
| I’m reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes |
| Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will — yeah |
| The cracks will show |
| A lifetime of frustration — the things that I can’t get |
| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead |
| Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |