Repetition Lyrics

it opened this morning -- conscience arisen, it

opened this morning. but, you cannot learn what has

not been presented to you in an orderly, formal

fashion. you cannot learn what has not been

taught to you without unending repitition. and

it is all sick-stricken in your god-forbidden

city of sin and unless in an orderly formal

fashion, you reach the apex of indecision.