Must it be that there's a
dark design at work
In this world?
Can't you see that
Down in stone cathedrals
The serpent is curled?
I don't believe in the
Stories of the old men
And their secret plans
It seems to me
that it all must be
in my imaginations
Everyone would
Like to see some order
Some reason to believe in their eternal spark
Everyone keeps on
Looking for the pattern
Even if the designs are dark
But oh not me
I can't be fooled so easily
I know how these stories start
I keep my eyes fixed
on the eternal invisible
center of the wheel that pulls me apart
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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