A Retinue Of Moons      A retinue if moons, of icy moons   They illuminate the land   And they make me thing of you   What sunk silently    To the depths of a mystery   A clue that only    one scientist knew      Who knew that the sky is now found to contain   Benzene and methane and chalk   And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky   From the sickly sweet wings of Edith’s Checkerspot Butterfly?   They die in the ocean   Their legs are broken   The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings      A microphone will listen for thunder   The telephone will dial the number   To deliver a, a clearer picture    Of weird wet weather   This puts all previous discoveries in doubt   These are things we have theories about      Overhead two sky titans   They collide in slow motion   While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows   A 1000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed   Your own special home      A choking, vapor-laced haze   Obscured by acid rain   Enveloping everything   On the edge of the Milky Way                  The Infidel Is Me      Am I the infidel?   I thought it was supposed to be someone else   But I see now it’s me   I am my own worst enemy      Just think of it   The sequence of the incidents was intricate   So brilliant yet illegitimate   Not disastrously but triumphantly   When we met in the secret facility   I said, (you remember what I said)   “It’ll be easy for you to recognize me   By the coils of concentina wire    surrounding my head in a shiny halo    of sharp blades.”      “There are people here    That would do you great harm   So please, just try to stay calm   And I’ll get you through this,”   You whisper   And with that, my illegance had shifted      The betrayal, the delusions   My Quantico rejection   The isolation, the breakdowns   And mysterious injections   Ah, the infidel is me      Then it was I   The lone futurist leading scores of resistors   Armed with tridents   But you’re not there      Why can’t you come in from the cold?   Why can’t you come in from the cold   To make an unlikely alliance with me?      Why don’t you come in from the cold?   Why don’t you come in from the cold   To make an unlikely alliance with me      Ay, the Infidel is me      And in defiance of our alliance   I say, go away and lick your wounds   And when you get them really clean again   You can dream away your dark dream      Ay, the Infidel is me.