First, second and third strike
Yet again I’m drowning in a dyke
Corrupted psyche
Thought I was to take a smooth hike
Before I was run over by a trike

Silence has got me boiling inside
Alone, I have no one to confide in
These emotions now reside
In my volcanic vessel
I look calm, it’s a lie
Look within my casing
My patience is fading
Pretence is wearing off
I’m about to explode
Take cover!
First, second and third strike
Still I keep my composure
And give you a smile