The End Of Logic
Adoration
Has become a virtuous ease
The first condition
Of a world about to cease

Subtleties of creativity
The distorted mind of the outcast
Ain't got no need for philosophy
Such a fragment of the past

And so we sleep for a thousand years
We lay, we dream
The end of logic's here

This fascination
For peculiar glamourous stars
Keep the attention
Away from these painful scars

A powerful magnetism
That bend, push and pull with impunity
A graceful variation
Everyone's a fool to see