Wake up, it's morning
As pretty and pitiless as it ever was
So get up, stress is swarming
As relentless and requisite as it ever was
I do this on my own, I cannot continue to be your flesh yo-yo
I must face it alone, like the men in my family have done
I weren't carved out of stone, my heart beats like a odd drum solo
But i make it go on, or I don't and I'm done
Wake up, it's morning
As gladly indifferent as it ever was
I'm up and storming
As sadly imperious as my father was
I do this on my own, I will not contribute to your next dull novel
My non-fiction ticks on with the metronome in my chest
Each new city I roam reminds me always that my heart must wander
Where i am is my home, what i need is a rest
There are too many artists, too much art and not enough genius
I believe science is the art of the next age
There are so many artists with too much heart and not enough reason
I'm afraid silence is the song of the next age
What we don't know won't hurt us
What we don't know won't keep us up at night
What we don't know won't hurt us
But we don't know, but we don't know, but we don't
What ya don't know won't hurt ya
What ya don't know won't have you terrified
What you don't know won't hurt ya
But ya don't know, but ya don't know, but ya dont
The art of the next age
What we don't know won't hurt us
What we don't know won't keep us up at night
What we don't know won't hurt us
But we don't know, but we don't know, but we don't
What ya don't know won't hurt ya
What ya don't know won't have you terrified
What you don't know won't hurt ya
But ya don't know, but ya don't know, but ya dont