Like Socrates, I only graze on the salt of the stomach of my own ignorance Like Hippocrates, I can affirm that the method of science is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma and slan and bias But atrocities go untouched under the guise of culture, committed on another mind, another heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat But the seasons are changing, but the seasons are changing I've got a sinking feeling, I've got a sinking feeling Like Sophocles, we now welcome paintbrush to keep a tight grip in a magnifying glass Our priorities, now that we hold the torch, mean we gotta hold it high to illuminate the dark and archaic and vile But the seasons are changing, but the seasons are changing I've got a sinking feeling, I've got a sinking feeling I've got a sinking feeling I've got a sinking feeling We swear allegiance to no one We'll never let go of the microscope No matter how gallows the shells We'll harness the heat of the sun And we'll burn you out A *** existence We'll never let go of the microscope No matter how gallows the shells We'll harness the heat of the sun And we'll burn you out A *** existence *