Early one morning, the darkness ruled
Three hours before the start of school
The keys are tapping after dopamine release
Guilt still flowing, spilling the milk should cease
But, the pride is swallowed as the long bus Doppler's by
Man has a sinful nature, nobody's really a stand-up guy
An American beauty minus the gunshot spilling the red
I don't take stock in prophecy, since we all wind up dead
Inexorably, so the changes must start at this moment
For more inspiring thought seeds to be birthed, to foment
Man's nature is bleak, tarnished, embossed in oxidized rust
It's better to perish a clean slate when becoming one with dust
Man's spilling the milk can be chilled since we've been given warning
All men should be sleeping, dreaming up good things early one morning