| Choose life | 
| We all can lean on figures and crutches | 
| It’s such an easy thing to do when you’re so unaware | 
| We all can change our tegument’s function | 
| Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric | 
| We all can lean on figures and crutches | 
| A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory | 
| Will only lean on figures and crutches | 
| Become a child and plastic surgeon | 
| Let her go | 
| Yelled the occupied pharaohs | 
| A lucky soul | 
| Who just so happened to break out | 
| She took the corner way | 
| And in the event of that the normal result should fail… | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe at all | 
| Until you blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe until | 
| We all can lean on figures and crutches | 
| The politburos will expect their free lunches | 
| And all the prison guards rely on their hunches | 
| But we’re assured of the existence of a better way: | 
| We all can lean on figures and crutches | 
| Replace our hearts | 
| And if you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe at all | 
| Until you blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe until | 
| You’re strolling down the pavement | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe at all | 
| Until you blink at me, I’m coming | 
| If you want to be something new, I’m coming | 
| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming | 
| And I won’t breathe at all |