[Intro]

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus 1]


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.

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus 2]

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...