...litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob All that's known in History, in Science Overthrown at school, at home, by blind men Thought is suspect, and money is their idol And nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their Bible But I know there's so much more to find Just in looking through myself, and not at them Still, I know to trust my own true mind And to say, "There's a way through this..." Touch me Just just try it Now, there That's it Oh God, that's heaven Oh, I'm gonna be wounded Oh, You're gonna be my wound Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Oh oh my God Oh oh yeah yeah yeah Oh oh my God Oh oh oh Mama, the weeping Mama, the angels No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem