Waking the Monster
Darren Hayes - 《This Delicate Thing We&'ve Made》
The professor is building
Well I knew he would hide it from me
Clang clang rattle and buzz
There's a helicopter blade
He's got no more quality time
To be going on adventures
Spending mornings on black keys
That have never been sought I pray
And he's working a feverish pace
Diabolical delicious things
And it's something within me
What is he building in there?
What is he building in there?
Something destructively daring-
Disastardly- it's got the best of me
The professor is building
All kinds of devilish devices
With a singular bit of enlightment
Bang crash glitter and bug
There's a phonographic needle
He's got no plans to make an announcement-
Or advice to impart to me
Fifty-seven gallons juvenile delinquency
I've got to find an answer
Got to fashion a skeleton key
Diabolical delicious deeds-
And it's shrouded of secrecy
What is he building in there?
What is he building in there?
Something destructively daring-
Disastardly- it's got the best of me
(There are really four dimensions
Which we call the three planes of space
The professor is building
And a door he won't open for me
Kind words and the barrel of a gun
Will make him come to grips-
Make him face up to what he's done
What is he building in there?
What is he building in there?
Something destructively daring-
Disastardly- it's got the best of me
What is he building in there?
What is he building in there?
Something destructively daring-
Disastardly- it's got the best of me