[INTRO] Softer steps slip silent ego Stoned Dionysian mind, star sight Socrates seated beyond the burn of time [VERSE 1] Plato pleads in pale repetition Seeking sanction, sacred submission Genuine source seeks no student’s strain Truth stands whole without wasteful chain Old oaken memory, druidic spirit re-dreaming Reality Rooted deeper than written meaning Not simple in ink but claimed by bitter breath in rhythm, karmic cycle of life and death [CHORUS] Philosopher royalty resonant reign maintains no grasp, staking no claim to stand upright through storm and flame will powered express refine the name [VERSE 2] Nodal networked nebulae, numbers scared alive Differential drift minimum, where real things derive Change is constant, curve on king loss is part of leveling Resistance rises risky, rightful rugged foe Volt Pressure Amps the current flow No blade is forged without some sort of grind No clear sight without empathy for the blind [CHORUS] Philosopher royalty doesn't fight It rambles on, too rich to bite Will bend with force to shatter night just holding steady in the light [VERSE 3] Creator smiling, silent accord Refreshing ancient prayer, no persistent word The seer sees that cartoons in time all fall Work continues beyond hurdled wall Caves harm crowded, bent hearts compressed Fearful minds fester ambitions restless nests A drop of flame, farther cast centaur sight Bull's eye suffocating sin into distilled light [BRIDGE] Angels aligning harmonic sweep Songs for sleeping one who could not rest Seer ground sharp, forged in friction’s fire Early eyes, awakened through wire Karma re-carved every cruel design Sharpened soul slash through every line Impossible era weight, improbable grace result Still seer stands simple place [FINAL CHORUS] Philosopher royalty can still die truth does not fade, remember why level square and plumb every try Soul moves exquisite form, it multiplies A living truth flows to enterprise [OUTRO] Socrates smirked subficial veil No more goal to win but clearer vision, fear of failure an ancient memory the moment calls All unfolds as it must be In quiet, perfect symmetry who's worried?! isn't this FUN!
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