Letra de
Imitosis

His keeping busy, yeah he's bleeding stones,
With his machinations and his palindromes
Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And despite what all his studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis
congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
Despite what all his studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis