Down!
Down!
Down the ravine!
Out of the speaker and out of the screen!
Out of the blast radius
Fight, fight, we must
And crack up the ice for
The reality bust!
Ranting and riveting and raving
Get a clue!
No one can tell us our path isn't true
We fight for entropy
Because entropy is just
We don't have an appointment
It's the reality bust!
We tear down the mazes
Their false-found chaos lies
Dismembering matter
With our third and fourth eyes
From the cloud banks and mudflats and the bottom of the sea
A great whole is rent
In all reality!
The spit of high heaven
The spit of the gods
(Oh, I think that's us
Ha!
What are the odds?)
At order and logic
We tear in our lust
For the great truth
The mystery
The reality bust
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