What we don't know 

Could fill a truck.

What we don't know 

Cannot hurt us.
Well if that's so
We're hard to destruct
But if that's so 
Why do we get crushed.

Prepare the isolation chamber,
"I'm going in."
And all the people there will wonder,
"Can we go with him?"
Tell me that you're only kidding
When you say, "we'll pass away."
Tell me that this yarn we're spinning
Doesn't end on judgement day.

All the tragic monsters 
Are crying for themselves
In attics and in basements,
In caves and prison cells,
Wishing that the citizens
Myths they could dispel.
Until you've seen the faces
In the limestone on the pipe
Don't tell the tragic monsters
What loneliness is like.

And is it any wonder 
That some misfits 
Lose their minds?
Left to fumble asunder
In the world 
Deaf dumb and blind.
Do they sense our justice
When they commit their crime?
How can they abide our justice?
They're already doing time.

What we don't know can't hurt us yet.