They call them little blips, those slip ups, that trip up
but they blow up, and go up, and grow up, and get bad
you get mad, the day you had, the way you’re sad
they control, and patrol, and castrate, and infuriate
and disect, and inject a poison, no reason, all seasons
you’re in there, you do care, but beware, its not fair
you may dare, but you might not achieve, just believe
you’ll make it, and take it, step by step, minute by minute
you’re going to win it, go in the right direction, make a connection
to a new limit, no blips in it.