A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity

My two fingers punching the keys diligently

Trembling ground pushes my glass off the table

Spilling the blood of the son of your idol



If it were not for this

Extensive bug collection

I would know not what I've found

This world would still be flat

Mary would be a virgin

And I would still be sleeping sound



If every word is a dead symbol

Empowered by the carriers expression

I'll bury my instrument, citing this incident

I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament

The most honest telling of this boyish fable

Is that on level ground I'm never feeling stable

I've got to try to outlast this candle

Or trust department to fight the inferno



If it were not for this

Extensive book collection

I would know not what I've found

This world would still be flat

Mary would be a virgin

And I would still be sleeping sound



It's an endless quest to maintain

When no one is ever right

And out on the fertile plains

We bathe in fractured rays of sunlight



If it were not for this

Extensive book collection

I would know not what I've found

This world would still be flat

Mary would be a virgin

And I would still be sleeping sound