I'm the bell-ringer, high in the belfry

I am the boat-man, dragging the silt-bed

I am the good king, checking the treasury

I am the bad-blood, I am the un-bled

Un-bled-un-bled, c-c-c-common-place, the common-place Is a costume, I am the costume-king

The village inside me is sharpening the bone-blades

For the new sin, for the un-making

Do I contradict? Very well, then I contradict.

Contradict, contradict, he contains the multitudes

I am large, I am the open hand

Open hand, open hand, he’s the shifting sand

I am the land, I am the sinking of the land.

I'm the clean-room, I'm the white-coat-wearer I am the-the-the-the bull in the bright-red Square, I am the terror

I'm the professional, cleaning the whole floor

With the lye-soap, with the wet-work-lore Lore-lore-lore, b-b-b-biting down, I bite the lore

That you all love, I'll eat you all

Do I contradict? Very well, then I contradict.

Contradict, contradict, he contains the multitudes

I am large, I am the wedding band

Wedding band, wedding band, he’s the left-hand

I am the grip, I am the trigger in the grip.

We are the brave part

We are the terrified part

We are the cynical part, the self-destructive part

We are the tongue in your mouth

We are the north and the south

We are the c-c-c-c-c-confusion

We are the final solution

...I am the solution...

Contradict! Contradict!

My-my-my multitudes!

The village is open!

The belfry is burning!

The silt-bed is turning!

I AM LARGE! I AM LARGE!

C-c-c-contradict...