[Intro]

**Chancellor: You're a bug, Mr. Wordsworth. A crawling insect. An ugly misformed little creature who has no purpose here, no meaning

Wordsworth: I am a human being!

Chancellor: You're a Librarian, Mr. Wordsworth. You're a dealer in books and two cent fines and pamphlets and closed stacks and the musty insides of a language factory that spews out meaningless words on an assembly line. Words, Mr. Wordsworth, that have no substance and no dimension... **

[Verse 1]

Open mouth but you don't know what to say you're in your mind, your mind

Silence take my breathe, fill my lungs and feel alive, alive

Stepping stones feel it in your bones and hear the still

Spaces in between the thoughts connecting all around you

**Chancellor: ...you make believe have an existence, by scribbling index numbers on little cards

Wordsworth: I don't care. I tell you: I don't care. I'm a human being, I exist....and if I speak one thought aloud, that thought lives, even after I'm shoveled into my grave

Chancellor: Delusions, Mr.Wordsworth, DELUSIONS! That you inject into your veins with printer's ink, the narcotics you call literature: The Bible, poetry, essays, all kinds...

Wordsworth: I EXIST**

[Verse 2]

Electrify, circuit break the wire

Overload the system with amplitudes alive

Current running through conducting only large amounts of drive

Positive and neutral ground buy an understanding of us

Zeros and ones, buy a logical or made of dust

Buy the creator or made of data

Simple minded or complicated

Gotta made decisions or get deleted

Reap from the world until depleted

Bound the favor someones mistakes

To find the answer or have a meaning

**Wordsworth: ...I speak one thought aloud, that thought lives...**

[Verse 3]

Purpose, versus direction

Do they coexist or have no connection

I built my house on a mound of clay

But I started drifting and it washed away

Turned to rubble, out to sea

Along with the person I used to be

So I planted seeds and grew the trees

Where the roots go deep and they carried me

Over the water, into the sky

Where the music stopped and was all a lie

The past and future both left behind

So take my breathe and give me life

**Chancellor:...poetry, essays, all kinds, all of it are opiate to make you think you have a strength, when you have no strength at all! You have nothing but spindly limbs and a dream, and The State has no use for your kind!

Wordsworth: I am a human being. I speak one thought aloud, that thought lives. I tell you, I don't care, even after I'm shoveled into my grave. I exist.**