[Verse 1: Ryan (Bex)] Philosophy Is always a recurring theme in my day dreams I'm always looking for the philosophical A slight tickle in my throat A cold, sweet tasting kinda choke like I'm s**ing on a cough drop Popsicle Optimistically full of ideas Thoughts are the agents to tame all my fears The fear to overlook things so easily in sight I vow precision on my binoculars A visionary conqueror I ponder this idealism is it possible? Like I said I'm philosophical There's a potency for corrupt mind-sets Hopelessly I try to interrupt but time gets warped into an etched shape too sharp for me to comprehend
I can't pretend that I know what I'm talking about So I'm forking out whatever comes in to my brain Hoping that it makes sense to someone Even if the English doesn't add up Even if the maths don't read well Mixing things fixes things in a resolution-ary kinda way that I cannot explain I'll say it again I'm philosophical (What are you son?) I'm philosophical (What are you?) I'm philosophical Bex tell me what are you? (I'm Philosophical Ryan what are you?) I'm biological A k**er molecule B what are you? (I'm diabolical And philosophical Ryan what ya feel?) I feel a soft tickle I'm philosophical