Million Dead - Murder and Create lyrics

How should I begin? I find myself residing At the dried out end of the dead history All my thoughts are dirt Scattered on a coffin And I a dilettante funeral spectator here How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner Virgin to surrender and vivid sense I scour lichened stones Desperately seeking Daedalus's paternal secret Where we will land Well I was born with four fingers On each hand And with my eight fingers And my thumbs I do maths Once again, how should I begin? I've started weak and I'm stuttering I have remembered all my lines It seems that I have thus presumes To talk of maths In front of crowded rooms I'll make the two times table mine How should I begin? I find myself residing At the dried out end of the dead history How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner Virgin to surrender and vivid sense Where we will land Calculus Finishes me I don' follow Trigonometry I've got nothing to add To algebra The more complex functions I don't remember But arithmetic The absolute Zero Is arithmetic On fingers and toes I have remembered All my lines I'll make the two times table mine I will Not presume But I will Thus begin