A can of worms to open up, a slick Pandora's box
A racing mind and tokens of some sort of paradox
Duck and cover, my conscience in tow
Remember, it's the devil you know
And it's getting late, and I should probably head home
But I will wait, because I don't really know
Disproportion has made itself into a circus cage
And no one satisfying night will help me on my way
Embrace the vacuum, exit state right
Don your costume, it's just for tonight
And it's getting late, and I should probably head home
But I will wait, because I don't really know
And it's getting late, and I should probably head home
But I will wait, because I don't really know
And after years of debate, we set the record straight
We find ourselves with knowledge that we cannot explain
And this is the invisible rule
This is the invisible rule
This is the invisible rule
This is how we live it
This is how we live it