[Verse 1]
The twelve divisions of the day
In separate boxes stored away
An ergonomic price to pay
But the sentient are alive
In interesting corners
The dead can't talk
The living are gone
The class above
The year below
Are fragments of my mind, thank god
They seem to reside in an unfortunate isle

[Chorus]
There’s no divine intervention
No surprise information
Haunting me anymore

[Post-Chorus]
A four score warning
On an unfortunate isle
In all those corners
Just peaks and valleys
And film schools for the deaf and blind

[Verse 2]
I crushed a bug upon my chest
And instantly I felt regret
The question comes
The answer sends
To no recipient or friend
But try, and try again
[Outro]
There's no divine intervention
No surprise information
Haunting me any-
There's no divine intervention
No surprise information
Haunting me anymore