Compile all my thoughts into onederstanding
The universe around me flys without landing
Pile up my mind all into analog gazes
Make effort to slow down my thinking to see phases

Concentrate all I know into a wonderstatement
And all I care for collaborates for my act
See through the god's eyes to not make a disengagement
Then will a flexible feeling become a fact

A science of love and the art of constructing
Will join to be the power of conducting
And the masses can go back to their sweet dreams
For I am the only insane here
At least that's how it seems.