Lyrics

With broken arms, a nasty note, and a dead rat I carry with me, her suspension of disbelief Why can't I be the genius Who solved the greatest problems of his time? Why can't I be? Am I even beyond metaphorical existence Why must I be a paint brush When we need a wrench? Why can't I be? Why can't I be? Why can't I be? Why can't I be the genius Who solved the greatest problems of his time? Why can't I be? Her arrival at The correct velocity In order to perceive Has been canceled, and filed away This abstraction shall repeat Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat...