A Goat in Sheep's Rosary

A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity My two fingers punching the keys diligently Trembling ground pushes my gla*s off the table Spilling the blood of the son of your idol If it were not for this Extensive bug collection I would know not what I've found This world would still be flat Mary would be a virgin And I would still be sleeping sound If every word is a dead symbol Empowered by the carriers expression I'll bury my instrument, citing this incident I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament The most honest telling of this boyish fable Is that on level ground, I'm never feeling stable I've got to try to outlast this candle Or trust department to fight the inferno If it were not for this Extensive book collection I would know not what I've found This world would still be flat Mary would be a virgin And I would still be sleeping sound It's an endless quest to maintain When no one is ever right And out on the fertile plains We bathe in fractured rays of Sun, sunlight, sun, sunlight, light If it were not for this Extensive book collection I would know not what I've found This world would still be flat Mary would be a virgin And I would still be sleeping sound