What About the Reality Where Hitler Cured Cancer?

[intro – filtered voice, static hum] What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? The answer is—don’t think about it. [verse – screamed, jagged tempo] Flip the switch, erase the sin, Every choice a coin within. Good and evil twist and trade, Morals rot where gods are made. [chorus – shouted, syncopated groove] What about the cure, what about the crime? Truth’s just numbers out of time. What about the cost, what about the pain? There’s no clean world to gain. [bridge – low growl, grinding chugs] Every saint becomes a lie, Every monster asks you why. [final chorus – screamed + clean echo] What about the cure, what about the crime? No straight lines in space or mind.