Lyrics

Got a red pen in the palm of my hand
Full of thoughts and a particular plan
With a big stack of paper I sit on the sand
If a muse was to enter this forsaken land
For the spirit of man For the spirit of man

Conducive the more you love the more it speaks
Conducive the more you love the more it speaks

It's a fever never feeling clammed up
Full of thoughts and disparaging muck
Will I think of this later or should I just can
The emotions that enter this forbidden den
For the spirit of man For the spirit of man