Don't be a moth, dashing yourself against the lantern glass.
They so yearn for the light
An entire civilization of moths
They will smother the light
With their grasping and uncontrollable energy
With their uncontrollable drooling
Modern life conditions men to expect their desires satisfied
When they aren't, the men will fidget
Indefatigable fidgeting
They haven't the patience to sit quietly
Not for even ten minutes or five
They will not sit quietly
They will fidget like tigers
Like tigers of regret they will fidget
Dangerous, like fidgety tigers

He came with a satchel of 137 ideas! But Sally wheeled in a case with
fully 286 ideas. An entire season's harvest. The men in suits gorged,
nibbling just a little bit of each one, then throwing it aside, ruined,
without having truly ever tasted it. The men in suits are rushing
through their repast. They are hurrying their dinner, swallowing it
whole, shitting it out chunkily, without ever having been nourished by
it whatsoever.

An entire season's sunshine harvest
They're only growing sunshine on that hill
Over in the next valley to the east
This is where the sun comes up
The men in that valley have assured us
They will continue to send the sun into the sky every day
So long as we continue our tributes