Art of Science

My fingers trace, follow the lines Bloodred scratches on the walls Isolate, embracing the darkness Yet I can hear them scream Fighting the war inside my head With my back against the wall Holding me down, to torch my mind Shooting the needle into my eye Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science Am I insane, gone deranged I cannot trust my eyes What to expect, what to learn So many questions unheard You feed me acid, burn my skin Broken limbs, injuries within As I struggle, try to connect What's you purpose, what's your plan Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science While you stand and wait, I grind my flesh to the bone While you feast on my pain, and feed the ignorance While you glutton in wealth, I pay the consequence Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science