Joan Of Arc - Questioning Benjamin Franklin's Ghost lyrics

I've materialized Into this worded world A metaphysical skeptic An insomniac narcoleptic SoI live alone With Ben Fraknlin's ghost He's my freemason and I'm his host In my dictionary Of this worried world There's 57 different definitions of time And we debate each heatedly repeatedly Benjamin insists intentions don't exist And it's through unknown reaching We each remain Our own best intentions But as each machine demands its own language And each language demands its own grammar If DC's streets make a neat pentagram And every dollar bill brags god's behind our plan Who am I to have any idea who I am? So we might fight all night every night But we seem to agree on stormcloud study This lady's man's ghost and me and stormcloud study