I went down to Piraeus yesterday with Glaucon, son of Ariston, to pray to the goddess, and at the same time I wanted to observe how they would put on the festival
These words come from great fortune, sent down from the divine
A word can hold a meaning for awhile
Your opinion remains as the advantage of the stronger
Create a vivid image in your mind of what I am about to tell you:
I've reached a point of understanding with myself where I am sure that there is only one thing that I know, and that is nothing
And when I realize this I stand up and look around the room to see that I am surrounded by fluorescent lights and concrete walls and plastic chairs and LEDs and computer screens and a never ending flowing source of information that renders anyone I can listen to worthless
And everything I know is everything they know but I don't know if they know nothing, because if they did, it would be the only thing they know and they've proved to me that they're still convinced by the shadows on the f*cking cave wall
Everything I have said is just pure conjecture
We can call it the muses taking hold of me for all that I care
Anything that gives you an excuse to write it off
Cause if you don't get it, I don't care
Oh, that's just me! Just me being edgy again
Pretentious and edgy like always
Doesn't make me special, I know that
It doesn't, nothing about me is
Ring around the hemlock, and celebrate the death
And keep the f*cking words around, tie them around my neck
Choke me with philosophy, from the start I can see through
I do what I'm supposed to do, and it's fresh like just brand new
Help me understand, what the f*ck is coming next
To ask of me to interpret this is hard to comprehend
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Stay in the world of forms (return to the cave)
Pretentious lines, here and there
These words come from great fortune, they're too much to bare
This is my world and I am f*cking stuck in it, the people around me just won't move on
From their blind, neoliberal tendencies, they won't listen to me, because I'm Socrates
And so, here and on the thousand year journey we have described, let us fare well