Lyrics:

It's so surgical with your handbooks and artistry
Your pastels and tapestries all hung for the day
And it's so mythical with your haleyon afternoons turned into darkest nights
Oh, the ways that they change
But when you come to find you're losing space and time
Like a shell without a spine
To reset anytime
And it's so quizzical, such sudden commotions
They occur sans emotions
It seems dangerous to me
And it's so comical, or at least through your very eyes
Conjure new alibis while your podium waits.