From the recording One Morning in Hell

Lyrics

Crack the quasar over the skillet
Scramble it up with some eggs and wine
Take a pint or two of dark matter
Season it with rosemary sage and Time

The handmaids have offered us a piece of cryptic kale

Are we nothing further than misconstrued stardust
Simple amalgamations of lime soda and floor crust

Are we strange and are we charmed
Have we abandoned the haven of old mcdonalds farm
Nothing more than supplementary quirks in space time
Progressive impediments of intention and rhyme

The handmaids have offered us a cup of JavaScript with artificial sweeteners and past dated creamers

Are we nothing further than disenfranchised stardust
Simple amalgamations of lime soda and floor crust

As the quantum hammers strike
The strings with discord
The fractals embellish the song
In systematic harmony

Are we nothing further than disillusioned stardust
Simple amalgamations of lime soda and floor crust
The handmaids are calling us to join them
Seasoned with rosemary sage and Time