Lyrics:

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 the extensive bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat and 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 bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat and 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 of the fertile plains
We bathe in fractured rays of sun
Sunlight, sun, sunlight, yeah

And if it were not for this extensive bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat and Mary would still be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound

They say this country was based on hard work and integrity
And worshippin' God
That's lies, it was built on murder, man
Mayhem, slavery, oppression
Lyin', stealin', and killin', that's what it's based on