¨'Θïǂπȫш·ӫɄīɄӫ·шȫπǂïΘ'¨

the genome is broken, the pairs have been split, now fix me that potion for I feel like shit

Ɨ¦ΞE—:Ƹ|=∏ǂπǂ∏=|Ʒ:—ƎΞ¦Ɨ

the wayward has spoken, he's said now his piece, he sits in the folds of a vast golden fleece

∏¡ĦџƱ-^ɎȯΦȯΦȯɎ^-ƱџĦ¡-∏

all blind to the clamor and deaf to the pain, we lift ourselves out of the gutter again

ƟºŸ/*∞).Ʉ¤ӝȣӝ¤Ʉ.(∞*\ŸºƟ

the purpose is faulty, the mind has been torn, infected with worry and sullied with scorn

×!∏:ΩĤ¨_¡πӫ<Ħ>ӫπ¡_¨ĤΩ:∏!×

the secret is open, the scandal is old, the house long since shuttered, its valuables sold

Φ^¤Ɨ.=|:[ĦπīȯŦȯīπĦ]:|=.Ɨ¤^Φ

a huddle of warlocks, an aisle of pricks, the lie that's repeated is the one that sticks

ш_-:ΞƟŸǂ∆^Ʉ^∆ǂŸƟΞ:-_ш

the goddess is angry, we cannot be late, her fury we're hoping will slowly abate

=ƟɎӝĦ'•ш¡ƱȫƱ¡ш•'ĦӝɎƟ=

those girls have been busking, since well before noon, we hope that they finish, and get along soon

ºΨɄ∏џ_.×ΘƗīƗΘ×._џ∏ɄΨº

although we've been fighting her logic is sound, I hope she forgives me and keeps me around

-].[πīшƗ¦:CџĦџƆ:¦Ɨшīπ].[-

a lifetime of folly, a season of doubt, with worry retreating I figure things out

CƗ=Φ_Ŧπïǂ×◊×ǂïπŦ_Φ=ƗƆ

his tenor has shifted, his mood has gone sour, let's refill his water and get him a shower

Ɵ¡π—¤•ӫΦºΩºΦӫ•¤—π¡Ɵ

fed up with the service we broke ranks and left, regardless of payment they charged us with theft

Ʊ+:Ĥ^Ʉ¡ш·=π=·ш¡Ʉ^Ĥ:+Ʊ

shut off your thinking, believe in this myth: a man needs somebody else to go home with

ŸƟï×џŦˆ¨˚∏Ɨ∆Ɨ∏˚¨ˆŦџ×ïƟŸ

it's not so much bias as it is contempt, from scrutiny can no man be made exempt

Φ*':]—џī=Ұ•-¤-•Ұ=īџ—[:'*Φ

the face-time is over, the glands have run dry, now our last true solace is memory's eye

CǁΞџ¤-ɎĦǂ'˚Ŧ˚'ǂĦɎ-¤џΞǁƆ

his manner is mighty he's sound as a spud, it's hard to imagine we once called him dud

Ʉ:]_џȣˆ=ƗƷ-·×Ї×·-ƸƗ=ˆȣџ_[:Ʉ

ancestors first harnessed what makes our world turn, if I know but one thing it is: fire burn

Ŧǂ.Φ·Ħ*Ɨ×πȫ¥ȫπ×Ɨ*Ħ·Φ.ǂŦ

pronounced from the hilltops proclaimed in the fields, most times a great treasure comes to one who yields

•∞-ǂ'¨*+¡Θ:Ɨ¦_Ʉ_¦Ɨ:Θ¡+*¨'ǂ-∞•

her rosy cheeks glisten, her dewdrops abound, she blesses with green rolling sweet fertile mounds

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bent trees crowd on eastern hillsides high above some wilds below

¨^CƎ_-¤ï¥ш×Ʉ×ш¥ï¤-_EƆ^¨

we've just reached our apex, clouds rush by below, this air-bus is smelly – it's going too slow