You like to think that you can,
Live beyond good and evil.
Amputated from humanity,
On some lifelong intellectual retreat.
Everything is conceptual and all is rhetorical,
You can feel so powerful.
When you're forced to face the physical world,
You scurry like an insect.
There is a virus in your tenets,
Don't be naive, you know it's true.
And if you don't protect yourself,
Obsidian currents, obsidian currents,
Will devour you.
Ah, ah, ah, ooh, ooh.
You have committed yourself,