Controller 7 - Furthermore lyrics

I'm fascinated with facts In fact I own a sundry of knowledge to lay my feet on The universe is my university I read people by actions and mannerisms Thinking in body language, speaking in tongues Spitting game at sitting ducks Sifting dry humor through stained gla** and aqueducts. Oddly enough I'm building monoliths in each millisecond, lingering on concepts Fingering the translucent fabric of what I've become And how I strum the strings they dangle from Creating webs in this lucid tantrum, tangent Symbolizing this foolproof play I've staged since the invention of the information age A modern man built of mics, modems and motherboards Down by lore, allowing kids like me a reason to press record Maintaining a pressing issue, although everything I have always known has been depressing Since thoughts are limited by language, and our speech has been limited by our sight And since all I known is sound and see is color, everything I understand is compared to everywhere I've fed off Plan to be a sawed off in the rifle closet I learn in against flickering images of artificial light Casting shadows unto the imprints of all I touch leaving imprints upon the populace I've got further to learn than I've got to say Furthermore, I'm never taking a step for granted Nevertheless, I'm at odds with the fact that I'm just one character in a stage Oddly enough, Designed to make it to the next page All these scarlet letters on prying eyes sting better in dim times Hummed sounds of crumbled paper find a nice comfortable warmth among Closed lids, surrounded by reasons to tear, to burn, to flames So that I may inhale the knowledge of those who slaved late nights Lives transcribed to parchment now computer screens I'm a widowmaker of insolence, wisdom and machine Metal tongue is my extension cord I'm the silhouette of a Silicon Valley cobra snake reaching for words to taste Translate tangents, walking the outer limits of language Un-average, against the grain, so everything I know has been slanted We sometimes speak not knowing what shall be exposed I've learned not to gauge intelligence by piece of paper, chunks of change, or the age of foes Well lo and behold, my heart isn't in the right place I wear it on my sleeve so I can press it to my white face In this dry I heave every emotion contained in the Pandora's Box entitled "sole" I extend my arm as an offering to read my palm Shake my hand this helping hand this unseen hand Thumbing through the margins, and bindings, and fabrics of the pumpkin head's now closing, and caving in I am the light that draws your stare I am the dark the absolute matter of air I am positive flame engulfing literature I am sure, I am raising my arms, and lowering my guard my brow My 21 years of experience and evolution Constantly increasing these soliloquies muted, eavesdropping on the professor Learning from the professor, becoming the professor This magnetic learned aggressor, this basic model learned imposter is becoming the professor, becoming and learning I've got further to learn than I've got to say