Phish - Chalk Dust Torture lyrics

Come stumble my mirth beaten worker<br>I'm jezmund the family berzerker<br>I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice<br>The wind buffs the cabin<br>You speak of your life<br>Or more willingly locust the lurker<br><br>Confuse what you can of the ending<br>And revise your despise so impending<br>'cause I soak on the wrath<br>That you didn't quite mask<br>I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths<br>Or mixed in with the signal you're sending<br><br>But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned<br>As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned<br>And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue<br>Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun<br>All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone<br>Can't I live while I'm young? <br><br>But no peace for jezmund tonight<br>I plug the distress tube up tight<br>And watch what I say as it flutters away<br>And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay<br>Not to educate somebody's fright