Pitchforks, by Buffalo. Lyrics: don't ask me what i'm doing. don't ask me to ignore. i won't condescend to entertain the people that you probably do this for. don't ask me where i have been, or what i'm headed towards. i won't answer any other questions my presence and appearance is enough so join the campaign, get on board. these two worlds tear themselves apart. these two don't need to start. these two will rip the universe into a billion pieces -- oh wait, that's already done. when god gave up and killed himself and said, "what have i done? i might as well be dead. this thing's a mess and i don't wanna be the one my spin-offs turn on fire up torches take up pitchforks and come for my head ..." we don't feel. this isn't real. don't ask me what i'm up to. don't ask me to explain myself, there are a thousand different pathways that i take to reach the same place that i probably would've ended up in anyway. don't ask me where i'm headed, t...