The cities of the brain are vast

No map charts to urge

To find the nexus of it all

The lines converge, my vision clears

Now I think I can finally see

The world for what it's always been

Torrent of signals, storm of date

Pattern recognition floods

The wall of noise to breach

Revelation trembling on my lips

The godhead eludes me at all times

Messages assault the senses

Decoding is a futile task

A hieroglyphic world in sight

I wish some semiology of madness

Could explain all this to me

As more new connections emerge

My life in the maze...

The web grows and tightens

The word seems to take shape

Frightful lucidity is mine

I am an apopheniac

The lines converge, my vision clears

Now I think I can finally see

The world for what it's always been