Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Important character in Shakespeare's play, The Tempest
One of the few fiddles to take on a life of its own
Outside Shakespearean's own work
Caliban is one of the hungry ideas
Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Caliban is one of the hungry ideas
Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Caliban, son of the witch, is your ox
Listen up my darlings
Demons is finger dysfunction
Walking thin lines of destruction
So, do your tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe
Do your tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe
Don't lose your balance
I've seen those ass bullshit delete
Manifests are written in manuscript most quickly
Interlight fades from bright to dimly
Hundred at most, race change at most swiftly
You don't think I know what it's like
With a monkey in your back and a Swiss voice
On the constant attack plate
With the thoughts of what you lack
And what they have
Ask them what is the secret
Before you hide us, greet us
To keep from self-destruction
And fight the fear that keeps us safe
Here's a taste of relatability
Through relativity
Walk negativity on the path of totality
Yeah
We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.