Farm

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