I stopped looking for the way out years ago
It's like chasing a ghost
Like the smell of cooked meat
I sometimes catch through the stone
I stopped looking for the way out years ago

There is a hole in the ceiling
I have memorized the corner
Where I can see the sky
And I go there sometimes to watch whatever floats around
I stopped looking for the way out years ago

That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
I know what birds are
I know what clouds are
I know the colour of blue and the colour of blood
But that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job

All innocent, innocent, innocent, all
I hear the kids singing on the far side of the wall
"His Highness King Minos couldn’t kill the white bull
So the sea god hit the bull and the Queen hit the stall"
And I guess you know the rest and don't think about me at all
Except for every nine years sending fourteen souls
All seven of the boys and all seven of the girls
All innocent, innocent, innocent, all

And I hate to hear their screams
And I hate to see myself through their full moon eyes
And I hate that I forgive you
But I do
I just don't know why

That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
I know what birds are
I know what clouds are
I know the colour of blue and the colour of blood
And that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job

That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor
That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
I know what birds are
I know what clouds are
But I will never know why you couldn’t kill the bull
And that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job

I stopped looking for the way out years ago
It's like chasing a ghost