Blob-Given Sorcery

Oh, you clever boys, watch them light the fuse

Now they get confused by the smoke and shattering

A clever, burning mess. Pull the lever to progress.

Strange, a target of all those stares and they act like you’re not there

While you pulled secrets from the air, they could only tag you fair

Strange, they don’t seem to care that your mind, not your face was rare

Go to the set, bring up the lights, get used to dealing with getting cut short, with being unfeeling

Don’t let them say what you mean, you can still hear the languages of worlds unseen