SUGARCUBE       © 2007 Ross/Math Lab

it's a mystery to me
why you think it's beyond me
you're obsolete
i can see it when you look inside me

when you see what i see
you'll exonerate me
when you see
i can be the one to change it finally

   so suspect
   so suspect
   so suspect
   so suspect

it's all true, i promise you 
take my hand, i'll show you
me and you in solitude
we can both just step through 

come to pass, it won't last
but this way those left uncut
live to build a better world
if we just keep our mouths shut