It tastes like a scientist
like an Old Testament biologist
like a sealed fate from a kiss,
the coldest passion ever bred to leave you dry inside.

It’s just a reaction,
an inflammatory infatuation
with all the excess of creation
taking little in moderation.

It’s another hellhole,
a heaven upon earth.
Try to keep it wholesome as the antichrist gives birth.

It tastes like vinegar,
a cigar made of sugar.
It leaves you needing more,
like the sound of a cellar door.

If you know why tell me.
If you know why…

Lyrics so cryptic
for the profit of the misfit.
Then it’s blatant like a gunshot.
I’m just saying it’s confusing.

Is it love or is it hate
for an honesty that’s obscene?
It’s easier to appreciate the man in front of the television screen.

It’s a new beginning but is any beginning old?
I tried to run from freedom
but its leash had such a hold.

We don’t challenge truth
just what we’ve heard.
It’s hard to be a judge when the truth is so absurd.

If you know why tell me.
If you know.

The philosophy of crazy is hardly necessary.
He looks to the stars and thinks that he’s small.
But what does distant gas offer,
a lot

Every trailer makes the movie look good
But they turn out just as lame as you new they would.
Looks aren’t deceiving if you stare for long enough.

If you know why that is tell me.
If you know why tell me how.