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drifting sun – diogenes lyrics

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rewrite, revise, recite the lines
he’s planting ideas in feeble minds
the master’s stroke, words on a page
the power to change our history

author of their fascination
enamored pupils filing in
his insistent hands are influential
i’m here to shatter all belief
restore the teachings of antisthenes

rewrite (x5)

your artificial life
filled with customary interpretations
so settled in your rеgressive ways
disdain for the folly
and all co+dеpendence

i’m searching for an honest man
to embody the truth
and weed out all evil at the root

virtue is revealed in action
yet you condemn my doggish ways
athens is disintegrating
the physical world means
more than you preach
artificial life
filled with customary interpretations
so settled in your regressive ways
disdain for the folly
and all co+dependence

plato! the corrupt, the confused
it’s time to revisit your master’s cave
the parchment will burn, your words erased
soon, the academy will burst into flames

rewrite, revise, recite the lines
he’s planting ideas in feeble minds
the master’s stroke, words on a page
the power to change our history

why not whip the teacher
when the pupil misbehaves?
far too long
all of you
have been abused
by this crooked fool

they misinterpret
the teachings of socrates
who’ll be left to mentor
them when i leave?
could they ever
sleep under the stars with me?
without demonstration
in the streets (x4)
will they remember
my philosophy
in the annals
of history?

nature will find a way to envelop us all

put your faith in riches
misconception
of human progress
faulty nature
built on manners
lies that guide them
false enlightenment
of a cynical world

when i set sail
i never thought i’d
be enslaved
they couldn’t get the best of me
xeniades entrusted me
with the safety
of his family

put your faith in journals
false archival
of human progress
perforated, moldy pages
call me cynical
of human chronicles
did anyone learn
from diogenes?
i left my jar
in the road
for another
weary soul
crates of thebes
here’s your shot
my voice fell on
a deafened lot

on a deafened lot x3