Well, here comes trouble
Waltzing in like a wounded deer
Talking around like a walking neurotoxin
Poisoning the air we breathe
Mind-numbing poison
But trouble needs to breathe air too
Just more harsh air
The type of air that melts in mind, not in your mouth
Innocence, well, in a sense
Never going beyond its cuneiform prison
Never getting involved
No one gets involved
They just get reeled in
Reeled in before getting out
That cuneiform prison really was just cuneiform freedom
Nothing to see here
It's most likely never anything
But remember, trouble comes from troubling places