Science

Through the mirrors and the smoke,
I've innovated.
Struggling with airborne hope,
I suffocate and
check my vital signs for any trace
of my place.

'Cause life is complicated science
when you're second string like I am.

The unfolding narrative
that I embody
hasn't eloquence to give
or wealth to offer up.
My lineage, my history
just has me.

With my alchemy, deluded.
Batteries are not included.

AND THE RACE THAT I RUN
IS A BROKEN ONE THAT GOES THE DISTANCE.
BRAVE OR ABSURD,
I'M A LOADED GUN THAT BITES THE BULLET.

In my veins, a fire flows
and I endeavor
to risk the thorn to touch the rose.
My firm and clever
words betray a fear that puts release
beyond my means.

But even demons have their uses...
and mine have never been elusive.

(CHORUS)

And life is complicated science.
Life is complicated science.

WHAT I SAY HAS A WAY
OF INSPIRING, DESIRING.
AND THE GIFT IS A CURSE
IS A TORCH TO CARRY, A CROSS TO BURY ME.

But my autonomous illusions
are giving into their diffusion.

(CHORUS)

But my own bed is made to lie in...
life is complicated science.