Murder And Create Lyrics - Harmony No Harmony - Million Dead

How should I begin? 

I find myself residing 

At the dried out end of a dead history. 

All my thoughts are dirt 

Scattered on a coffin, 

And I a dilettante funereal spectator here. 

How should I presume? 

A besuited bourgeois mourner, 

Virgin to surrender and vivid sense, 

I scour lichened stones, 

Desperately seeking 

Daedalus's paternal secret of where we will land. 

Well I was born with four fingers on each hand, 

And with my eight fingers and my thumbs I do maths. 

Once again, how should I begin? 

I've started weak and I'm stuttering, 

But I have remembered all my lines. 

It seems that I have thus presumed 

To talk of maths in front of crowded rooms, 

But I'll make the two times table mine. 

How should I begin? 

I find myself residing 

At the dried out end of a dead history. 

How should I presume? 

A besuited bourgeois mourner, 

Virgin to surrender and vivid sense,? 

Calculus finishes me, 

I don't follow trigonometry, 

I've got nothing to add to algebra 

(the more complex functions I don't remember). 

But arithmetic... 

The absolute zero 

Is arithmetic on fingers and toes. 

I have remembered all my lines, 

And I'll make the two times table mine. 

I will not presume, but I will thus begin.