Like So crates I only graze on the slopes
Of the summit of my own ignorance
Like Hi ppocrates I can affirm that the method of science
Is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma
And slant
And bias (the seasons are changing)
Ah the seasons are changing
The velo cities at which we now evolve
Mean we got to dissolve unchecked tradition
But atro cities go untouched under the guise of culture
Committed on another mind another heartbeat
Bm
Heartbeat
Heartbeat (the seasons are changing)
Ah the seasons are changing
Bm
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
Bm
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 hold the torch
Mean we got to hold it high to illuminate the da rk
And archaic
And vile (the seasons are changing)
Ah the seasons are changing
Bm
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
Bm
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
Bm
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
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
We swear allegiance to no one
We swear allegiance to no one
Bm
We'll never let go of the microscope
No matter how callous the shells
A
We'll harness the heat of the sun
And we'll burn you out of fucking existence

























