Lyrics Jester's Funeral - Morons at the Speed of Light

Another Connoisseur of Chaos. This one lost in his own labyrinth of
references. Distrusting disorder, he deciphers the world’s subliminal
mechanisms. Observations, calculations, statistics, and extrapolations
synthesized into a theory of secret networks. Ghosts in the machine.
Mapping their time-lapse hieroglyphs across urban topographies,
unraveling a hidden empire of conspiracies. Confronted with the
possibility of total arbitrariness the mind conspired against itself and
fabricated the evidence for a fleeting master-narrative, cartographed
nonsense onto a map of reason. In order to protect the absurd logic of his
constructions he must eradicate any corrective, any potential shift in his
epistemology. Surgically removing your cancerous doubt with the slit of a
razor he is keeping the phantom conspiracy intact. Unlike the poet on his
deathbed, he can make it cohere.