A Retinue of Moons / The Infidel In Me

A retinue of moons, of icy moons They illuminate the land And they make me thing of you What sunk silently To the depths of a mystery A clue that only one scientist knew Who knew that the sky is now found to contain Benzene and methane and chalk And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky From the sickly sweet wings of Edith's Checkerspot Butterfly? They die in the ocean Their legs are broken The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings A microphone will listen for thunder The telephone will dial the number To deliver a, a clearer picture Of weird wet weather This puts all previous discoveries in doubt These are things we have theories about Overhead two sky titans They collide in slow motion While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows A 1000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed Your own special home A choking, vapor-laced haze Obscured by acid rain Enveloping everything On the edge of the Milky Way Am I the infidel? I thought it was supposed to be someone else But I see now it's me I am my own worst enemy Just think of it The sequence of the incidents was intricate So brilliant yet illegitimate Not disastrously but triumphantly When we met in the secret facility I said, (you remember what I said) "It'll be easy for you to recognize me By the coils of concentina wire surrounding my head in a shiny halo of sharp blades." "There are people here That would do you great harm So please, just try to stay calm And I'll get you through this," You whisper And with that, my illegance had shifted The betrayal, the delusions My Quantico rejection The isolation, the breakdowns And mysterious injections Ay ay oh way, the infidel is me Then it was I The lone futurist leading scores of resistors Armed with tridents But you're not there Why can't you come in from the cold? Why can't you come in from the cold To make an unlikely alliance with me? Why don't you come in from the cold? Why don't you come in from the cold To make an unlikely alliance with me Ay ay oh way, the Infidel is me And in defiance of our alliance I say, go away and lick your wounds And when you get them really clean again You can dream away your dark dream Ay ay oh way, the Infidel is me.