You can't help what you turn into
It'll happen anyway
Moved my logic to my ribcage
Then I moved it back again
Though the effect was liberating
And the event cause much a stir
You can't help what you
Help what you
Help what you turn into
Got experiments and controls
Sign on the door says stay away'
I'm Looking into forms of protein
To lend my mind a certain sway
I'm closing in on metamorphosis
To chase the night away
You can't help what you
Help what you
Help what you turn into
You can't help what you turn into
You will never have a say
If your identity defeats you
In a Clark Kent sort of way
Then make sure that where you're going
There's a phonebox on the way
You can't help what you
Help what you
Help what you turn into