Let go
You never had a choice, though
This script was written long ago
By men you'll never know

Say no
As if you had a say, oh
Your path was laid out long ago
Just when, you'll never know

The Bicameral Chimera, a goat whispering in a lion's ear
Devils counsel kings while snakes take up the rear
All your fears are manifest
In this festival, there are many left yet to take the stage
Each act a facet of your rage
Each willowly singer a bar in your cage

Devils counsel kings while cobras prime their venom
Boy, you got yourself a lemon
Boy, you shoulda checked under the hood
And seen for yourself it's no good
This is your birthright: to fail to understand
Religion asserts itself in a dance between cortices
Faith is electricity
The mind's ear is what I fear (hear hear)
Let go
You never had a choice, though
This script was written long ago
By men you'll never know

Two chambers, both alike in degradation, symbiotic, psychotic
Two nations, hemispheres of abject fear
Rejecting entreaties to be treated with dignity
Say his name; say her name
Until we put a name to it, we can't say a thing

The devils counsel kings and we live in the dying scrub
The burning bush, the desiccated plains
The wasted, worn out world
The snakes slither over scraps and shit on the shrubs
Show me a higher mind
I'll show you a monkey pissing in its own mouth
It is up to I and I, I and I
Or am I? It's just me
Nobody else in the world far as I can see

Say no
You never had a say, oh
Your path was laid out long ago
Just when, you'll never know