composed & arranged by Matt Lebofsky
lyrics by Matt Lebofsky
I can't believe in your frothy explanations - no absolutes to hang a hat on!
While behind my brow simple integers reside. Please note irrationals don't lend
themselves to numerology or fine alchemy or unified field theories interpreted
concisely which I disseminate mostly regarding how the world's about to end.
I am *so* allowed to weild my blazing torches and string these ropes up high up
in your bald trees! At least that how I pictured the victorious revenge...
We listen through our nethers; Sharp words slink up our spines to ultimately
nestle in the soft tissues of our cerebella!
Which is why the core collapsed: you can't maintain momentum without swinging
side to side like aftershocks, like teetotaler to tippler, like chimp to son of god.
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