A Great Odds With… Songtext
von Enochian Theory

I guess I′m surprised to see, My own capacity to build this 'down′...
You end I... I end you...
But is that just all it is?


How it's revolved over and over, Turning my insides, Can't describe...
How I find, As I redefine...
Oh... To signify...

Harbouring? Something... To edify
Maybe now, That is why...
I′m at great odds with...

Too bad... It′s too bad...
(that I can't feel...)