I will paint you in a corner, in a room where the light is on,
You will see love stands to reason,
You can feel it inside, I think you've know it all along.

When I touch you with Occam's razor,
I will cut you between truth and lie,
And I will get through with Occam's razor,
Cut your soul from the heart of darkness, I will.

Sing, aye, aye.

Now keep your eyes wide open when reason kills the lie,
I've answered all your questions,
Don't you cry, sweet baby, 'cause everybody's got to die.

When I touch you with Occam's razor,
I will cut you between truth and lie,
And I will get through with Occam's razor,
Cut your soul from the heart of darkness.

Sing, aye, aye.

It's gonna hurt bad for a while.

When I touch you with Occam's razor,
I will cut you between truth and lie,
And I will get through with Occam's razor,
Cut your soul from the heart of darkness.

Sing, aye, aye.