The Philosophers

The philosophers, they scheme-- to make all the young girls scream, allowing the self aware to know they're there. All of their awareness, tells them of their thereness. They pinch each other hoping it's a dream. It's in this state of mind, all the magic that I find gets my head to spinning in a whirl. Just like the knight in shining armor, I've come to enlighten, not to harm her. In the rain I run off dancing with my girl. There's such a lack out in the world, until their egos are unfurled. The diamond rain has blinded all their eyes. Until the girls burst in the room-- the philosophers all spelled doom... it was filled with a million enlightened guys.