In the presence of giants, I puff out my chest and stand tall
It all depends on what you believe is true
When the doctors put on their crow masks
and tell you that you'll be dying soon
you'll feed the vultures
and stand on the shoulders
of giants big and small
you let the world fall
on a hinge we awake trembling over what we think we know is true
on a whim we take a ride to an irrelevant place to waste precious time
Death and Sin make an ever so adorable couple
until you learn about the family history
If it's all the same, I'll take a number
I'll let it stay a mystery