So drunk upon intellectualism and the “all knowing” science of the day, that they don’t see their own arrogance renders them developmentally deformed

Blinded at a lower stage of evolution, they flaunt their pathologies in ignorant splendor and wonder not of their own irrational condition

Such beliefs as aesthetics and morals being secondary to sound reason, they disassociate that which can’t be measured

Shall we all face the same vain fate, the disenchantment of our world?

I lift a weary eye to a breathless sky
It paints a shocking picture the music makes me cry
Can we feel what’s really real, a pleasure beyond a thrill
The thought came before creation, love shone from your eyes

Are we really free, does it matter
Are we rungs upon life’s ladder
I felt your pain and smiled
For I was but a child
So drink up, play with your favorite toys
Remember such treasures are only a ploy