Format C: for Cortex

Mental blindfolds on

Early on the fascination intense

How to discern just where right belongs

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to see

There is no need for you to start revolutions

I don't want you to talk to the minions

Just show me a brand-new face

An open mind against a dying race

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to hear

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to feel

Cannot fail in this the era of losers

Burnt the shell of those that once held the torches

Cannot give you the sense anew

Nor will you know innocence again

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to know

In time all your questions will be answered

Not what you hoped for, not what you dreamed

All preconceptions crumble

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to learn

Won't hold up to the standards you keep?

Never came from the formative years

Just show me a brand-new mind

Keep in what you left behind

Something has got to give

These things I just don't want you to be