Im thinking of my souls sovereignty, and I know everything you hate in me. Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things. Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree. Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead, now aware that Im alive and way ahead. Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things. And Im so happy. I see you looking, I know that youre thinking that Ill never go anywhere. The things that Ive done and the things that Ive seen, I dont really expect you to care.