That crazy-ass rug peddler thought he was a soothsayer
He suffered privately for those who were dying quietly
Imagine that
He may or may not have been telling the truth
In the words he was screaming as he fell from the roof
You know how it goes with all of those
Pseudo intellectuals
Stage diving into a sea of bugged-out humanity
Lonely women and even lonelier men
From Kansas City to Copenhagen
Learning from Brahman masters of humility
To cry out
Aware of all the subtleties
Afraid of the possibilities
Of illusions and realities
And purple mundane majesties
It is easy to turn a blind eye on your past
Pretend there never was a time
When you needed the largest crane in the world
To pull your head out of your ass
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