"Like Socrates I only graze on the slopes,
Of the summit of my own ignorance.
Like Hippocrates I can affirm that the method of science,
Is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma,
and slant,
and bias.
Ah the seasons are changing...
The velocities at which we now evolve,
Mean we got to dissolve unchecked tradition.
But atrocities go untouched under the guise of culture,
Committed on another mind, another heartbeat,
heartbeat,
heartbeat.
Ah the seasons are changing...
I've got a sinking feeling...
Like Sophocles we now wield the paintbrush,
So keep a tight grip on a magnifying glass.
Our priorities now that we hold the torch,
Mean we got to hold it high to illuminate the dark,
and archaic,
and vile.
Ah the seasons are changing...
I've got a sinking feeling...
We swear allegiance to no one...
We’ll never let go of the microscope,
No matter how callous the shells.
We’ll harness the heat of the sun,
And we’ll burn you out of fucking existence..."
Enter Shikari - Never let go of the microscope
