Wake up, it's morning As pretty and pitiless as it ever was So get up, stress is swarming As relentless and requisite as it ever was I do this on my own, I cannot continue to be your flesh yo-yo I must face it alone, like the men in my family have done I weren't carved out of stone, my heart beats like a odd drum solo But i make it go on, or I don't and I'm done Wake up, it's morning As gladly indifferent as it ever was I'm up and storming As sadly imperious as my father was I do this on my own, I will not contribute to your next dull novel My non-fiction ticks on with the metronome in my chest Each new city I roam reminds me always that my heart must wander Where i am is my home, what i need is a rest There are too many artists, too much art and not enough genius I believe science is the art of the next age There are so many artists with too much heart and not enough reason I'm afraid silence is the song of the next age What we don't know won't hurt us What we don't know won't keep us up at night What we don't know won't hurt us But we don't know, but we don't know, but we don't What ya don't know won't hurt ya What ya don't know won't have you terrified What you don't know won't hurt ya But ya don't know, but ya don't know, but ya dont The art of the next age What we don't know won't hurt us What we don't know won't keep us up at night What we don't know won't hurt us But we don't know, but we don't know, but we don't What ya don't know won't hurt ya What ya don't know won't have you terrified What you don't know won't hurt ya But ya don't know, but ya don't know, but ya dont