Behold the face of the idolater, the nihilist philosopher

Unwilling and unable to believe in anything

Beyond his own existence, no medium, no substance

That cannot be proven by reason or logic alone

A man forever confined within the maze of his mind

A labyrinth of lies of his own design

So he refuses to accept the illusions and the evidence

Of his senses, before his eyes, all delusions denied

The etherealist

So certain that nothing else exists

And the mind is all that matters

For the mind is all there is

A man forever alone, beyond all flesh and bone

Where nothing is certain and nothing can ever be known

The etherealist

So certain that nothing else exists

And the mind is all that matters

For the mind is all there is

Behold the face of the anointed one

The king of nothingness undone

Unable to distinguish what is fact from what is fiction

The fallen man who cannot understand

Anything more than I think therefore I am