You want to talk about things you won't understand?
Then give me your ears.
Put them in my hands.
Give me your hands.
Put them over my ears so I don't have to hear a thing I say
If it makes me think.

I can't talk about things
I don't understand so I leave it here
In empty hands and I leave off the ink
So I don't have to think or
Sink that low ever again.

Because my memory of what's good is leaving me.
I knew it would.

That part of me makes no sense.
That part of me is my conscience.

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Writer(s): Edward George Kadane, Matthew Byron Kadane