The Minor Thirds - The Homonculus Stomp Lyrics

If I were a telephone, I would be ringing
One, two, three, four times, then voicemail
With all the wires sticking out of my head
You're sure I must be dead
But I'm breathing faster than ever
We have every reason to believe
That the next four words to crawl out of my mouth
Will be golden proof
Shining like a flashlight in the basement after the hurricane has hit
Get out of here!
This is the only chance we'll have to see if these four words
That I have carved upon this desk
Can manifest, make flesh, make sense, ascend
Is the pen as mighty as a silver tongue?
Is the tongue as mighty as the flaming sword of truth
That cuts it from its mouth?
All these video cameras trained upon this holy spot
Our eyes grow bloodshot as we stare the creature manifested down
Daring it to learn to spell