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
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 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
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 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
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 Ay ay oh way, the Infidel is me.