Now, it's time to get somethin' of my chest
that bothers my head like an exhausting quest
no, I ain't talkin' 'bout killing or a heist
it's somethin' more troubling that concerns my "Geist"
hegel, Plato, Socrates, may You help me?
i don't wanna end like Apollo with Daphne, You see?

so, going back to my torment and pain
it all started when I seriously studied the language of Twain
sittin' there in a boring room
it was another sunny Tuesday afternoon
i discovered a Treasure in it
and I was very amazed, I admit
it seemed like Antony met Cleopatra
or a buddhist monk found it's mantra

therefore, strolling around in the college yard
freya emitted her overpowering charm
all I wanted was talkin' to her
believe me like Cher
but my throat simply dried out
and my face looked like a salmon trout

thus, since that day my thoughts wander
all I can do is staring at you yonder
'Til the day I gain the famous bravery
i'm bound to this form of slavery