Imitosis

His keeping busier as bitter storms His imaginations and his palindromes It was anything but hear the voice Anything but hear the voice It was anything but hear the voice That says that we're all basically alone Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away And turned into a playground a Petri dish Of single cells would swing their fists at anything That looks like easy prey in this Nature show that rages every day It was bound, a part his intuition say We were all basically alone And despite what all his studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis Weighed deception or mercy while others train for the show And tell me doctor can you pull my file 'Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why Why do they congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores And let the wind just carry them away? How can cutes be so mean Our famous doctor tried to gleam As he went home at the end of the day In this Nature show that rages every day It was bound apart his intuition, say We were all basically all alone Despite what all his studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis Weighed deception or mercy while others are paying for the shot Well, tell me doctor can you pull my file, reason why