my poor subconscious

my poor subconscious
it never gets a moment's rest
I keep poking at it
I keep stating my request
but it just stays quiet
no matter what I ask
my poor subconscious
isn't up to the task

my poor subconscious
it's driving me insane
it's got a truckload full of secrets
and they know my family name
they drag me through the gutter
but there's nothing there to see
my poor subconscious
thinks it's protecting me