Poor, poor Jiminy Cricket. All alone in a candy store.
Who gave birth to me- The Conscience?
It was no blank slate or was it? In that bloody state.
When they cut the chord and tied it up
Did the Doctor slap so hard: to breathe in the good and the bad?
The right and the wrong?
Who the hell gave birth to Me- The conscience?
In this orphan state I want a mother
To chide me and send me to bed.