Paranoia in sedate No longer threatens See the ordinance fall See the upright crawl to be mentioned Sin is no longer the den Neatly at the back of the queue "Why?" is not the question But the absurdity, the absurdity "What do you do?" Fall asleep interrogating. "What do you do?" Join the old and hated. What do you do When time bears no covet? No covet. What do you do When you're reconciled? Reconciled. Complacency burrows down Like the earwigs that have been waiting Fulfilling every prophecy Swore that I would never be Something is killing it Without my even knowing it Let the baggage go, shed the worried soul And I'm ready for nothing "What do you do?" When dysfunction is castrated. "What do you do?" When there's order and content. What do you do When they've found you out? Found you out. What do you do When you're reconciled? Reconciled.