HEDGEHOG

Mr. Weston, not to be deceptive
But I do believe we disagree
About the world's inception

Mystery gets etched into the minds of all
Asked if you'd feel it, and the driver said "NO"
Go downstairs, go wipe your flair
Show your head boy, we're gonna knock it off
Knock it off

Mr. Weston, not to be deceptive
But I do believe we disagree
About the world's inception
Mr. Waingrowth, you are one of the religious
Without your fiction
Resurrection's useless

Mystery gets etched into the minds of all
Asked if you'd feel it, and the driver said "NO"
Go downstairs, go wipe your flair
Show your head boy, we're gonna knock it off
Knock it off

It sways, it grows, it hungers
It gives way to some other
Force of being that smears its guts
On the face of those who can bear it

I hide in my corner, I lift up the stone
To grab hold of the worm that strangles my tum
I call him conscience, I call him conscience

He lives in my burial cause that's where I keep him
He likes to play games with my entrails
Give me your religion to keep him well nourished
Sweet unstabling urethra