Hand me a crayon Muse, hand me a crayon Let me choose my insanity Let me draw whatever way I compose I kiss the face of curiosity I got seven more to go The alchemist will tell you We traveled far through devils and thieves and scars Only a trained eye could discern These folks, they had me at every turn Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline This gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline This gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines Hand me a crayon Muse, hand me a crayon Let me choose my insanity Let me draw whatever way I compose I kiss the face of curiosity I got seven more to go Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline (Ooh) this gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines (ooh-ooh) (Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline) Muse, hand me a crayon Oh (this gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines) uhh