A Great Odds With... Lyrics & Chords By Enochian Theory

I guess I'm surprised to see, My own capacity to build this 'down'...
You end I... I end you...
But is that just all it is?
How it's revolved over and over, Turning my insides, Can't describe...
How I find, As I redefine...
Oh... To signify...
Harbouring? Something... To edify
Maybe now, That is why...
I'm at great odds with...
Too bad... It's too bad...
(that I can't feel...)