Oh What is this science? What are you trying To take me back to where I’ve been? And oh, who Who are these humans? What are they doing? Don’t take me back to them. I learned to welcome witchcraft like an old familiar silk And I hate all of the reasons I’ve put reason on a hill But I am still trying, oh!, trying hard to feel With the madness of a tyrant I’m relying on the kill And my heart, heart, is not that sort of part of me that does anything other than beat I’ve been taken up with tales, they are a welcome alibi Since then I've tried, but then I quit, to look you squarely in the eye And I suppose my family’s scattered It’s my fault they left, alright But they exploded and I’m left with episodic omnicide And no I never worried on my sadness Because I never blamed it on me So I’ve got a reason to think this is the strangest, oh it’s the strangest way to be How could the single mind in my head, oh, be so very very ready to go and just divide Itself dead dead? And your sorter of souls, he’s asleep in his empyrean-- the best he’s ever had And it’s a tie in a 3-way pilgrimage-- you're furious? I’ll take, I’ll take it back Your sorter of souls, he’s asleep in his empyrean-- the best he’s ever had Are you minding your time in the pilgrimage-- you're furious? I’ll take, I’ll take it back I am breaking down these factory lines -- that’s all I’m asking of myself