| The cities of the brain are vast
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| No map charts to urge
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| To find the nexus of it all
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| The lines converge, my vision clears
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| Now I think I can finally see
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| The world for what it’s always been
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| Torrent of signals, storm of date
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| Pattern recognition floods
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| The wall of noise to breach
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| Revelation trembling on my lips
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| The godhead eludes me at all times
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| (Lead: Peter)
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| Messages assault the senses
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| Decoding is A futile task
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| A hieroglyphic world in sight
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| (Lead: Peter)
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| I wish some semiology of madness
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| Could explain all this to me
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| As more new connection emerge
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| My life in the maze…
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| The web grows and tightens
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| The word seems to take shape
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| Frightful lucidity is mine
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| I am an apopheniac
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| The lines converge, my vision clears
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| Now I think I can finally see
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| The world for what it’s always been |