pursuit of misery

and the ring is golden

and the gate stands open

and the lilies of the valley

and the girl is more than shrewd

and this place is such a scoop

and the crowd looks up

to your marble tower

to the jolts from your silver drum

to the sweets gone sour

you're the perpetrator

you're the escalator and

you're southbound

so southbound

but never coming down

you're a lunaroma

with a gloom diploma

and the crowd stands up

to your marble tower

to the jolts from your silver drum

to the sweets gone sour

to the torch going out

to the song of a lemon flower

to the strong pursuits

time won't listen

time won't listen

time in time will make you listen