Rustling in the minds that be
Struggling, all the world can see
Theres something in the air
Delving for the inner truth
Shout the heavens from the roof
The skies did not respond
Those high minded guttersnipes
Will never see the time is ripe
Mechanics of the universe, I see
Embrace, just like lovers do
Providence, so pure and true
Cosmologic, Ontologic, see?
Thimblerigging games
It caught you all the same
Do you think
That you could know
His mind?
Do you think
That you could link
Space and time?
These dogmatic guttersnipes
Never see the time is ripe
Mechanics of the universe, I see
Embrace, just as lovers do
Providence, so pure and true
Cosmology, Ontologic, see?
Jerryrig the game
The books are all aflame
Can it be
Perhaps we couldn’t see
Prime Mover
Past and future
Thimblerigs our games
We’re suckers all the same
