Finite Circle Paradox lyrics

I found a seed
The seed split to a bean
The bean grew to a fetus
The fetus grew into Jesus
And Jesus splint to a "t" just
To please and complete the sequence
We see his bleeding in creases
Leaking from feet which teaches
That peace and pleading just teases
All life weaves brief and then ceases
The story morphs allegory (x4)
The tale splits and they preach this
But preaches grew to screeches
That seemingly meets us and greets us
But beaming breeds keys, which release us
From viper secretions that seize us which
Cleaves trust, screaming “ENOUGH”
And leaves us teamed up
Against greed lust ring leader tree stump
That recedes to a "t" just to lead up
To a cyclic creed piece of the seasons
The seasons they brought up autumns (x4)
And the autumns split to leaves plush
The leaves creep up along the eves of trees
Plus shouting out “please will the grief cut out
Of the pea’s pus, we must need love
Or some sea sum, or to see some sun
Because if weeds run to eat lunch
On our peat bunch then we’ll be crushed
Which speeds up our brief clutch on this
Moss seamed rug living room seat club
The hours they grow to days (x4)
The days split to weeks but
Those weeks split to cheap months
And our cheeks flush and we blush
Cluster our years into teeth brush
And meat munch, crumpled our
Greed lust into repaired keen trust
The narrator may cease but
A new teen just cleans up the
Beat up tree’s lean stump scribe bits
And if we read what’s pieced up it goes like this:
“I found a seed"