Under the pressure of too much knowledge
I splinter and shatter alone in the sun
What should I wish for afraid of the voltage
Under each surface a new skeleton
Life is as brittle as bitter belief
In the love I don't have and the people I've missed
All this and more is the dream most familiar
To those of us misanthropic in our midst
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight
Insipid with wanting embittered with need
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with
Wish I were filled with the sympathy seed... the sympathy seed
People of my kind are afraid of everything
We fear the color of life on our skin
I fear the yellow that insects encircle
Sunflowers golden and fragrant with sin
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight
Insipid with wanting embittered with need
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with
Wish I were filled with the sympathy seed... the sympathy seed
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight
Insipid with wanting embittered with need
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with
Wish I were filled with the sympathy seed... the sympathy seed
Yes I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight
Insipid with wanting embittered with greed
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with
Wish I were filled with the sympathy seed... the sympathy seed