assume that you’re never alone in the room
assume that you’re back in the womb
all set to resume…
assume that you’re somebody’s cream of the crop
and thereby the pressure will stop
assume you were made from a jarful of clay
and came out the old-fashioned way
assume that the artist was sick in the head
he’d rather be back in bed
he poured out his feelings instead
assume i’m an engineer
as soon as you’re up in the air
assume what we see is not necessarily there
assume that they’re never right
admit that you’re never wrong
assume that you’ll lose the fight
just cuz u wasn’t so strong
assume that you’ll soon be assigned to a grave
admit that you’re only a slave
(guitar solo)
i’m only an engineer
she only pretends to care
our circular circus has now become a permanent square
i assure that they’re never right
admit that you’re never wrong
assume that you’ll lose the fight
but know that it won’t be for long