(A Traditional Song) The words you hear are based on meat—don't let the sophists fool you Fear not upon the walking way—just let hysteria rule you In their own world, the mad have laws—but only if they're written The wise can write them different rules—for by the word they're smitten Use no words for apologies—if you seek absolution Action is the walking way—and words are no solution The wise avoid apology—when ravers must be beaten So sing not with the dusty tongue—no word is true till eaten
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