Even he, to whom most things that most people would think were pretty smart were pretty dumb, thought it was pretty smart

Examining my head
Vested in me by the state I hereby sentence you to be
Examining my head
No horse ever ran as fast

Hurling through the air
Examining my head

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Only makes me stronger

Where's the helping hand?
Hurling through the air
Only makes me stronger
Make sweet the breeze now defiled

Make sweet the breeze now defiled
Only makes me stronger
Surely will not stand
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
In our bodies there's die
No horse ever ran as fast
Gotta' terminal future
Surely will not stand

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
And showing up on time is late
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Make sweet the breeze now defiled
Only makes me stronger
Surely will not stand
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
Examining my head
Only makes me stronger
People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
Lucretia rocks away
Examining my head

Where's the helping hand?
Only makes me stronger
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Lucretia rocks away
Damned if I'll be dead

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
In our bodies there's die
No horse ever ran as fast
Kill many, and you're a conqueror

Where's the helping hand?
Examining my head
Reminisce in the attic
Examining my head

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
Reminisce in the attic
Examining my head
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
You don't do what you want and you fade away

Surely will not stand
Make sweet the breeze now defiled
And showing up on time is late
Reminisce in the attic
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Where's the helping hand?
Examining my head
Reminisce in the attic
Examining my head

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
Reminisce in the attic
Examining my head
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
You don't do what you want and you fade away

Damned if I'll be dead
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Make sweet the breeze now defiled
By the skin o'my teeth

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
Only makes me stronger
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Gotta' terminal future
Hurling through the air
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

In our bodies there's die
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Where's the helping hand?
And showing up on time is late
Surely will not stand

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
Reminisce in the attic
Examining my head
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
You don't do what you want and you fade away

Surely will not stand
Make sweet the breeze now defiled
And showing up on time is late
Reminisce in the attic
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god