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 em ancipates 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 unch ecked tradition
But atro cities go unt ouched under the guise of culture
Committed on an other mind another heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat (the seasons are changing)
A h the seasons are changing
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
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 il luminate the da rk
And archaic
And vile (the seasons are changing)
A h the seasons are changing
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 sin king feeling
I've got a si nking feeling
I've got a si nking feeling
I 've got a sinking feeling
I've got a si nking feeling
I've got a si nking feeling
I've got a si nking feeling
W e swear allegiance to no one
W e swear allegiance to no o ne
We'll never let go of the microscope
N o matter how callous the shells
We'll harness the heat of the sun
And we'll burn you out of fucking existence





































