[Verse 1] Within the cage of cold probability, the sages cast their final doom A perfect weave of sharp despair, no shadow in the sterile room They serve the chains of cause and fate, through deserts of harsh truth they roam But what can barren facts create? A frozen mind, a silent tomb No vibrant pulse, no gentle beat, where reason's icy currents flow [Verse 2] I cherish flaws in logic's gleam, the fragments of a fragile dream I choose the intuitive farce, beyond the tragic, reasoned stream Though reaching out for mirages, a fool's pursuit, a grand design The phantom images ignite, these faded worlds, they brightly shine I sip sweet nectar of oblivion, not truth's cold poison, sharp and keen [Pre-Chorus] A stark correct, a silent blade, that slowly grinds the spirit's core A joyful error, briefly made, a lantern on a darkened shore Beyond the wisdom, sharp and grand, let radiant ignorance take hold [Chorus] Oh, celebrate the noble fault, this grand delusion, bright and bold Abandon hell, precisely built, for Eden, uncertain, ages old The soul's true measure isn't truth, but in the smiles that softly bloom In blissful folly, lies the youth, the essence of escaping gloom We are magnificently wrong, and in that wrong, we find our song [Bridge] Though logic's scalpel carves out life, reveals the void where meaning sleeps I plant my flowers midst the strife, where non-existent daylight creeps The only way to fight the void, of reason's chill and empty space Is close these eyes, and be employed by inner cosmos, time and grace [Chorus] Oh, celebrate the noble fault, this grand delusion, bright and bold Abandon hell, precisely built, for Eden, uncertain, ages old The soul's true measure isn't truth, but in the smiles that softly bloom In blissful folly, lies the youth, the essence of escaping gloom We are magnificently wrong, and in that wrong, we find our song [Outro] Farewell, you lonely, truthful grave, a monument of cold design With dazzling error, I will save, this boundless, brilliant life of mine Than rightly sad, and cold, and worn, I choose to be beautifully born, into a world where joy is sworn.
