As I drew the Philosophical Tree, darkness swarmed around me,
And I knew a new Line and had a new sense of myself and saw how I came to be.
I knew how matter had been constructed and how it formed when unlocked from its shackles,
Designed to be unburdened by reality.

Now I see the lyrics of one million liars dancing about me;
And I pray for those who remain lost
And those who are yet to be set free.