Like So crates I only graze on the slopes
Of the summit of my own ignorance
Like Hi ppocrates I can af firm that the method of science
Is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma
And slant
And bias (the seasons are changing)
A h the seasons are changing
The velo cities at which we n ow evolve
Mean we got to dissolve unchecked tradition
But atro cities go unt ouched under the guise of culture
Committed on another mind another heartbeat
C#m
Heartbeat
Heartbeat (the seasons are changing)
A h the seasons are changing
C#m
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
C#m
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
Like Sophocles we now wield the paintbrush
So keep a tight grip on a magnifying glass
Our prior ities now that we h old the torch
Mean we got to hold it high to illuminate the da rk
And archaic
And vile (the seasons are changing)
A h the seasons are changing
C#m
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
C#m
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
C#m
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sin king feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I 've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
W e swear allegiance to no one
W e swear allegiance to no one
C#m
We'll never let go of the microscope
N o matter how callous the shells
B
We'll harness the heat of the sun
And we'll burn you out of fucking existence

























