Despite the things that he foretold The seer of fortune could not Forsee his own demise A victim of the forces he invited
To take up in himself That would reveal the secret Workings of the world Of which we only sense with Five
From his window day and night Watching closely as the Sun Runs from the stars Outnumbered trillions to one
Out of seven billion Only he believed the Prophecies he saw, the rest Perceived as nothing but a fraud
With each prediction he called right Every vision proved his sight More and more, the clueless flocked to Ask him for advice
He at first obliged But slowly he began to find Time and time again Answering the same old questions
Gathering his strength He gazed as far as he had Ever gone before Piercing through the wall he saw
Nothing at all All paths converged to naught Darkness consumed his thoughts Overcome by knowledge that he sought
Realizing the human insignificance He couldn't justify his own existence Burdened by the gift and curse of clairvoyance Reluctant to accept He cried out!
Take me! Take me to a place I can be free Free from abusurdity
Raise me! Raise me to a state Where I can leave behind the lies The belief that there's more to life
Finally he found his peace Enlightened lifted to his feet No longer did he need to see The future to be sure
Just as though he were reborn No more disturbed by what he saw He failed to notice there a rock On which he tripped and all went darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
