Triple six, triple seven heaven and hell The dirty work of the mind Who, what, when, where and how And why since the beginning of time
There's something really strange about this story Every page there are names crossed out and changed
I don't pretend to know the journey ever ends And if you wanna follow the truth It's growing old with bitterness your only wealth And searching for a fountain of youth
It's thrown into under the rein of your captors Occam's razor cross me out and change me
So take your stories and all of your premonitions And go sell em to somebody else It's what you need, I just don't want to hear about it I happen to think for myself.
If you'd question the way you'll see what happens The words break down to self cross out and change The book broke down to self cross out and change.