[Intro]
             
Did you know t

              
hat the hole i

              
n the apple di

     
dn't come from

 the outside i

n?
             
It was eaten f

              
rom the core a

              
nd out to the 

        
skin, and that

’s why you'll 

never find the

 worm in it
             
But a few bad 

              
ones won't spo

              
il the eyes if

      
 they fall far

 enough from t

he tree
    
The rind is al

l you see
             
Leave Eden wit

     
h my seeds in 

your stomach

[Interlude]
     

[Verse 1]
            
Well this dise

              
ase is defined

              
 by its treatm

         
ent, you peopl

e make me sick
             
Parlance of im

              
balanced cambi

              
a’s been chall

            
enged, at best

              
 AstraZeneca's

 
 just theoreti

cal
            
Prints of your

              
 fingers in th

              
e Rorschach ji

          
gsaw, say you 

saw a treasure

 map
            
Straight-jacke

              
t and tie, psy

              
chiatric suppl

            
y, while we tr

agically try t

o fit into a t

rap, but
             
Who'd want to 

         
be human anywa

y?
             
Who pilots all

              
 these crude m

          
achines?
             
Why'd you come

              
 into this wor

   
ld or come out

 that way?

Like freaks of

 nurture?
             
Well isn't it 

        
funny? (Well n

ot ha-ha funny

 but y'know, f

unny)

[Chorus]
            
'Cause I doubt

              
 that you woul

          
d even if you 

could change
              
You think it m

              
akes you speci

           
al, but it mak

es you strange
              
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange
              
The things tha

              
t make you spe

              
cial are the t

              
hings that mak

      
e you strange

  

[Verse 2]
            
I am the shado

              
ws cast aside 

              
by gallows, an

  
d you the red-

hot sky

And if you're 

believers, the

n why would yo

u grieve for t

he
            
Dead, instead 

           
of a devil tha

t you never pr

ayed for?
            
You become imm

              
une to my toxi

            
c fumes, my do

              
se-dependent p

              
resence in you

  
r life
              
It’s all subje

              
ctive, all due

   
 respect to th

e collective m

ind, but
             
Too weird to l

         
ove, too scare

d to die
             
Too alien to t

              
ake you home
             
Horrified at t

              
he sight of my

   
 reflection in

 your eyes

I don’t belong

 there
             
Well, it's you

              
r conclusions 


that make mine

 delusions, so

 I make you sa

ne
N.C.
You can thank me later

[Chorus]
            
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange
              
You think it m

              
akes you speci

           
al, but it mak

es you strange
              
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange
              
The things tha

              
t make you spe

              
cial are the t

              
hings that mak

      
e you strange

[Bridge]
  
   
   


[Verse 3]
             
Who’d want to 

          
belong to anyo

ne?
             
I mean, what d

              
o people even 

     
do?
             
So if you love

            
 me, let me le

t you go, my l

ove

So I can be no

 one
             
When Chuang-Tz

           
u awoke he sat

.
 up, almost ch

oking, spat ou

t a butterfly 

and said
N.C.
“Five more minutes, please? You wouldn't believe the dream that I just had.
          
I mean you wer

              
e there, and y

              
ou were there,

              
 and you, and 

         
you, and you w

ere there…

[Chorus]
            
'Cause I doubt

              
 that you woul

          
d even if you 

could change
              
You think it m

              
akes you speci

           
al, but it mak

es you strange
              
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange

The things tha

t make you spe

cial are the t

hings that mak

e you
            
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange
              
You think it m

              
akes you speci

           
al, but it mak

es you strange
              
I doubt that y

              
ou would even 

   
if you could c

hange
              
The things tha

              
t make you spe

              
cial are the t

              
hings that mak

      
e you strange