But science is cold Roughly one half of a quarter's we're told Communion is old But what legs our community holds So much is invisible to me So much I may not ever see Who are you Who are you Who are you Who are you But science is cool Twenty-three percent as a general rule Generations pretend Shut our eyes and hold our breath till it ends All my thoughts are not my own But one of trauma deep inside a storm And I want you Science is cold Science is cold