Paroles de Category I: Slave to the Empirical

In a search for the truth of all that is perceived We draw from a well of debased faculties Diminutive agents that love to mislead Refusing to consort with our frail sanity Isolate the mind and cast off the reins And use the eyes only to reveal what they feign The iron bars craft a great catastrophe Plunging the mind into total anarchy Irrational behavior built upon the past Forces memories that seldom ever last A slave to empirical ways Engulfed by uncertainty, we stand alone Spiraling down into regions unknown The abyss swallows all, and reason is dethroned The noumenon eludes us, never to appear Unknown to the senses and propagating fear Though true reality is not within our grasp This mere realization dissolves the illusions cast Warring with the senses, reason prevails And experience is reduced to a veil