A.W. by Infocalypse
Insanity is the sole defense Of a man who knows too much As we may think, we thought we knew That we may know as much Creativity is the sole defense Of a man who has the touch Ziggurats of gold and lapis Await the people's trust You may wish, like most, for heaven Illuminated, that you are But all of us are heaven-sent The eye within a star You may wish, like me, for chaos Illuminated, that we are Our minds alone will set us free And bring us through the bars Insanity is the sole offense Of a man who knows too much Everything true, nothing permissable No one you can trust Certainty is the key offense Of those who know enough They think they have the answers There's no one they can trust Fnord is in the background Stars are in the sky Gods are in the forground And cars go rushing by When the world has born or made A first illuminatus A persephone of welded steel A silicon goddess The ziggurat rises high In the order of the mind The men who built it floating by The order of their kind Into this world is born or made A second Nostradamus A lighted knight of gates of El A rational prophet The pyramids rising high With the order of the mind The xanadu stars in the sky Communicate with their kind As the past goes rushing by We try not to be blind The light of truth gets in our eye And with it we will bind