Like socrates i only graze on the slopes

Of the summit of my own ignorance

Like hippocrates i can affirm that the method of science

Is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma

And slant

And bias

Seasons are changing

Ah the seasons are changing

The velocities at which we now evolve

Mean we got to dissolve unchecked tradition

But atrocities go untouched under the guise of culture

Committed on another mind another heartbeat

Heartbeat

Heartbeat

Seasons are changing

Ah 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

Like sophocles we now wield the paintbrush

So keep a tight grip on a magnifying glass

Our priorities now that we hold the torch

Mean we got to hold it high to illuminate the dark

And archaic

And vile

Seasons are changing

Ah 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

I've got a sinking feeling

I've got a sinking feeling

I've got a sinking feeling

I've got a sinking feeling

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 swear allegiance to no one

We never let go of the microscope

No matter how callous the shells

We'll harness the heat of the sun

And we'll burn you out of f**king existence