Rationality
Makes Me Sick
Well
you're so fucking organized
Rationality
makes me sick
You
trust your brain and trust and your eyes
On
good days I throw bricks
You're
not concerned
About
lows and highs
When
you're unhappy
The
worst you do is cry
Well
you're so fucking sensible
Rationality
makes me puke
You
can break me down in a crucible
Look
me up in a book
You're
so concerned
About
what is right
Without
distraction
You
march into the light
Well
you're so fucking delighted
Rationality
makes me vom
It's
types like you who get knighted
Types
like you lead the prom
You're
so concerned
About
your prestige
Why
don't you make a motion
To
produce more grease
Well
you're so fucking disciplined
Rationality
makes me chunder
I
can feel this primal land
Speaking
through its thunder
You
will never
Embrace
the chaos
I
follow the prophet
The
saint of death and loss
The
saint of death and loss
The
saint of death and loss!
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