It's stubborn, blunt, old fashioned
Some archaic rite of passage
You'll hear no language

Only common grunts and double standards
Forced to excuse all that came before and will come after
Or else abandon all I know.


So I will scramble signals
Try to just subvert your thinking

And force these neurons shut
No sending, just receiving
I'll try in Morse code

No, I will invent a language
So you'll abandon all you know
It's working, it's not working

I know what came before
That's why you stopped working


I know what came before
I know what came before
I know what came before

That's why you stopped working
That's why you stopped working
That's why you stopped working

That's why you stopped working.