Apopheniac

The cities of the brain are vast No map charts the urge To find the nexus of it all The lines converge, my vision clears Now I think I can finally see The world for what it's always been Torrent of signals, storm of date Pattern recognition floods The wall of noise to breach Revelation trembling on my lips The godhead eludes me at all times (Lead: Peter) Messages assault the senses Decoding is a futile task A hieroglyphic world in sight (Lead: Peter) I wish some semiology of madness Could explain all this to me As more new connections emerge My life in the maze... The web grows and tightens The word seems to take shape Frightful lucidity is mine I am an apopheniac The lines converge, my vision clears Now I think I can finally see The world for what it's always been