An argument for consciousness...
...the instinct of the blind insect
Who makes love to the flower bed
And dies in the first freeze.
Oh, I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
'Til what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same.
I've just got myself to blame
Leave everything up to fate
When there's choices I could make
When there's choices I could make.
And now my heart needs a polygraph
Always so eager to pack my bags,
When I really wanna stay
When I really wanna stay
When I wanna stay.