Lyrics

It was mid Octember when we got the news
It was late Febbrilllary when it came to pass
Now the first of Janutober
And still many questions unasked

Old saint nick sips his last coke
Silly Samhain tells his final joke
And peter rabbit has gone his way to greener fields

I hears a zillion voices crying out for meaning
And I swears they sounds a lot like me
I sees a zillion faces that yearn for the notion of being
And I swears, I swears, they looks a lot like me

Some come to unremember
Some come to unregret
Here at the house mother goose has built
Danny’s dinosaur finally has come home

Folly once scorned
Over popcorn
As we charade across the stage

We succumb to the plot holes
We trample the narrative
And simply refuse to turn the page

I hears a zillion voices crying out for meaning
And I swears they sounds a lot like me
I sees a zillion faces that yearn for the notion of being
and I swears, I swears, they looks a lot like me

Has systematic truth truly made us wise?
Are we just a cosmic glitch with a side of curly fries?
And hope nothing more than chasing after the man on the moon.

There is a fingerprint upon the celestial road
That matches the cryptic prints in my genetic code
Giving hope that reason stretches beyond entropy’s noon

Now we take a bow
As we are known as we are now
Here at the sum of all things

I hears a zillion voices crying out for meaning
And I swears they sounds a lot like me
I sees a zillion faces that yearn for the notion of being
And I swears, I swears they looks a lot like me

And I swears, I swears they looks a lot like me