They say the more you know the more you suffer
How does this apply to the invisible man
The rebels had their day, funding all their movements
How does this apply to what we don’t understand
They have us writing with an inkless pen
As they offer us slave women draped in violet
But all we want is a dark, dark room
To be alone in all our violence
If only we pursued our happiness-
But the world would fall apart
The strongest arm stretches the bow
The stars left behind just depart
Stand up on your toes if you want to see the future
Grasp all the knowledge from the forbidden tree
Talk about Beethoven as you interrupt their prayers
Seek up that monster who only sleeps to dream
The line for the ladder is longer than the world
But skip the elevator, just take the stairs
Try to do what seems impossible
Fixing what’s broken beyond repair
The meter is ticking, so thank your lucky stars
Don’t fantasize about glory, just ride the twirling tide
Respect all the animals, they’re perfect in themselves
**** man the hunter, ‘less he hunts his own kind
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
They say the more you know the more you suffer
How does this apply to the invisible man
The rebels had their day, funding all their movements
How does this apply to what we don’t understand
They have us writing with an inkless pen
As they offer us slave women draped in violet
But all we want is a dark, dark room
To be alone in all our violence
If only we pursued our happiness-
But the world would fall apart
The strongest arm stretches the bow
The stars left behind just depart
Stand up on your toes if you want to see the future
Grasp all the knowledge from the forbidden tree
Talk about Beethoven as you interrupt their prayers
Seek up that monster who only sleeps to dream
The line for the ladder is longer than the world
But skip the elevator, just take the stairs
Try to do what seems impossible
Fixing what’s broken beyond repair
The meter is ticking, so thank your lucky stars
Don’t fantasize about glory, just ride the twirling tide
Respect all the animals, they’re perfect in themselves
**** man the hunter, ‘less he hunts his own kind
