Panacea for the Poison Flobots

[Hook]
In my mind, I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
Sin flees from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips

No, I never asked for nothing, and that's just what I got
As my pride dies before I do, as I fall, I'm also caught
I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means

[Verse 1: Jonny 5]
We could get old and talk at the same time when we tell stories
If we let go, impossible names rhyme in elegant poetry
But I dabbled in everything; it inundates my small town
I refuse the offers extended, waiting for God now

I've never asked for nothing audible, so when the walls fall down
And spin like waterwheels, I'll pray for something logical
So when we all drown, I can cover bald spots with yarmulkes
Drawn from extra-dimensional sources like in comic books

Choose your own adventure; I'm obsessing like a drug fiend
Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes
But why not amateurs openly sharing joy in sex scenes?
Stand clear while I soak in this treasure trove of a wet dream