Guileless youth
Inclined to cynicism
Certainty is old hat
Is there a truth
To symbolism, Virtue
And all that
How do we end up with this
The Psyche's become the nemesis
Archonic Paragon
Depraved by phantoms that divide us
If there's a truth that's absolute
A reality we can't dispute
If it is non-contingent
How will we come to know it
And do we end up with this
Apotheosis Paralysis
Archonic Paragon
Depraved by phantoms that divide us
Ambivalent and callow
Feeling completely shallow
Resigned to nihilism
Or a deluded romanticism
Archonic Paragon
Depraved by phantoms that divide us