Science has learned that all people possess mental powers which pass the boundaries of the natural

This is the story of a man confronted by such strange forces within himself

Don't land the ship unless you want a cold welcome

It's bound to warm up as soon as you see the outcome

Twisted plants foul creatures and blood-sucking leeches

Send the bishop, the pope, and the church preachers

Cleansing speakers and subs so let's touch base

Friends can't reach us, we boast and we teach haste

It's the way of the natives to think this creative creature comforts and canvasses covered in crayons written in cursive

We got the smarts of a scholar yet still live in squalor

The hearts of a lover yet puched and pulled from each other

Whatever may happen, maintaining our happiness

Until the great comet crashes and shatters our axis

On which we live, play, practice

This is just a day's work

It's an obscene habit

It's an obscene habit

On which we live, play, practice

This is just a day's work

It's an obscene habit

It's an obscene habit

It's an obscene habit