Outliars and Hyppocrates: A fun fact about apples

Did you know that the hole in the apple didn't come from the outside in? It was eaten from the core and out to the skin And that's why you'll never find the worm in it But a few bad ones won't spoil the eyes, if they fall far enough from the tree The rind is all you see, leave Eden with my seeds in your stomach Well, this disease is defined by its treatment, you people make me sick Parlance of imbalanced, cambia's been challenged at best AstraZeneca's just theoretical Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map Straight-jacket and tie, psychiatric supply, while we tragically try to fit into a trap, but Who'd want to be human anyway? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Who pilots all these crude machines? Why'd you come into this world or come out that way? Like freaks of nurture, well, isn't it funny? (Well, not ha-ha funny, but y'know, funny) 'Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange I doubt that you would even if you could change The things that make you special are the things that make you strange I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky And if you're believers, then why would you grieve for the dead Instead of a devil that you never prayed for? You become immune to my toxic fumes My dose-dependent presence in your life It's all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind, but Too weird to love, too scared to die (ay, ay, ay, ay), too alien to take you home Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane You can thank me later Well, I doubt that you would, even if you could change You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange I doubt that you would, even if you could change The things that make you special are the things that make you strange Who'd want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do? So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one When Chuang-Tzu awoke, he sat up almost choking Spat out a butterfly and said, "Five more minutes, please? You wouldn't believe the dream I just had I mean, you were there, and you were there And you, and you, and you were there" 'Cause I doubt that you would, even if you could change The things that make you special are what make you strange I doubt that you would, even if you could change The things that make you special are the same that make you I doubt that you would even if you could change You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange I doubt that you would even if you could change The things that make you special are the same that make you strange