300 Years Old

[00:15.77] There's got to be a reason
[00:19.70] There's got to be a meaning
[00:23.15] For all this effort marked
[00:26.34] By centuries of questions and doubts
[00:45.55] I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
[00:48.57] My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
[00:52.37] Every thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss
[01:00.24] For I know nothing
[01:03.27] The gods resented my plead
[01:07.17] Thus I turned three hundred years old
[01:10.89] Without having learned anything
[01:44.73] All this pondering, it's made me sway
[01:52.03] All this to make out the one final question
[01:59.48] I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
[02:02.36] My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
[02:06.02] Every thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss
[02:14.07] For I know nothing
[02:17.32] The gods resented my plead
[02:20.96] Thus I turned three hundred years old
[02:24.60] Without having learned anything
[02:43.77] In dark and lonely hours
[02:51.03] I sought to find the heart of our creation
[02:58.56] Never could I dream of what
[03:05.86] I found by the greatest hexagram
[03:13.21] For I know nothing
[03:16.29] The gods resented my plead
[03:20.03] Thus I turned three hundred years old
[03:23.92] Without having learned anything
[03:57.67] The thesis of God, the search for Magick
[04:04.92] Made me at first seek, then bow to a truth I didn't want to know
[04:12.53] For I know nothing
[04:15.64] The gods resented my plead
[04:19.34] Thus I turned three hundred years old
[04:22.89] Without having learned anything
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