Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.
  Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.
  Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
  I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
    [Chorus]
  You take the sun.
  You have your fun but you better beware.
  You better beware.
  You broke it down.
  With that boring sound you gave to me.
  That I don't want to hear.
    You're in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,
  you don't get through to me.
  Deliver your equation and still you won't see a change in me.
  You want my redemption, you want me to believe that it's all me.
  Well, I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
    [Chorus]
  You take the sun.
  You have your fun but you better beware.
  You better beware.
  You broke it down.
  With that boring sound you gave to me.
  That I don't want to hear.