Martina Three

If trouble's in your blood, in this house of whispers, who says it does no good, places you can name, don't need a chorus, to repeat all that shame, times they say you should, be prepared for this, or go nuts, they'll find another Cain, simply do what they insist, knowledge is sometimes crazy, maybe you feel a tug, going away without a ship, rain will crack like dust, now you're born again, walk the middle distance, the Ocean is your frame, why make a fuss, or carry yellow lists, you can't beat their diagnosis, just dance among the bits