Letra de Murder and Create

How should I begin? I find myself residing at the dried out end of a dead history. All my thoughts are dirt scattered on a coffin, and I a dilettante funereal spectator here. How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner, virgin to surrender and vivid sense, I scour lichened stones, desperately seeking Daedalus's paternal secret of where we will land. Well I was born with four fingers on each hand, and with my eight fingers and my thumbs I do maths. Once again, how should I begin? I've started weak and I'm stuttering, But I have remembered all my lines. It seems that I have thus presumed to talk of maths in front of crowded rooms, but I'll make the two times table mine. How should I begin? I find myself residing at the dried out end of a dead history. How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner, virgin to surrender and vivid sense,? Calculus finishes me, I don't follow trigonometry, I've got nothing to add to algebra the more complex functions I don't rememberBut arithmeticThe absolute zero is arithmetic on fingers and toes. I have remembered all my lines, and I'll make the two times table mine. I will not presume, but I will thus begin.