The Man Who Knows Everything
I climbed up a mountain in search of answers
Or a slight enlightment from the burden of cancerous
Questions of existence, the malignant tumors of tradition
Based in wisdom surrounding capitalism
I reached the top and met a man who lived alone
With no connection to the world, not a TV not a phone
He said welcome to the home for which you can atone
For the ignorance present in all that you've ever known
Please let go of it all, when I say that I truly mean it
Your faith, your friends, your family, those you follow in vanity
Indeed you've been led astray since the day that you were born
And I mourn for your journey up this monumental stone
Cause I offer no response for the answers that you seek
Instead offer release from everything you think you need
See the reason for your sadness stems from your belief
That the answers to those questions will give you internal peace
See the man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
The man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
Tears of a clown
Take off your paper crown
And rip it all apart
Bury it in the ground
There lived a boy who was a brainiac in school
Ever seeking knowledge wholly considered uncool
He sought refuge in the thought that one day he'd know it all
And showing everyone that the way they think is wrong
Filling his head with knowledge from all of his favorite minds
From Socrates to Alan Watts, and all other kinds
Of philosophers showing him things his teachers never could
Progressing just a little too fast for his own good
Fast forward for some years and now the boy is a man
Steady going insane, cause he just can't understand
Why he hasn't reached a conclusion, only further confusion
Circular patterned nightmares, facing the delusion
Of his younger self, til one day he'd had it with the lies
And decided to sell all his things, cut all his ties
And he found the highest peak in which he could reside
And stayed there for the rest of his life
See the man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
The man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
Where's your paper crown?
What's never lost is never found
When no one else is around
Learn to swim you'll never drown
Or a slight enlightment from the burden of cancerous
Questions of existence, the malignant tumors of tradition
Based in wisdom surrounding capitalism
I reached the top and met a man who lived alone
With no connection to the world, not a TV not a phone
He said welcome to the home for which you can atone
For the ignorance present in all that you've ever known
Please let go of it all, when I say that I truly mean it
Your faith, your friends, your family, those you follow in vanity
Indeed you've been led astray since the day that you were born
And I mourn for your journey up this monumental stone
Cause I offer no response for the answers that you seek
Instead offer release from everything you think you need
See the reason for your sadness stems from your belief
That the answers to those questions will give you internal peace
See the man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
The man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
Tears of a clown
Take off your paper crown
And rip it all apart
Bury it in the ground
There lived a boy who was a brainiac in school
Ever seeking knowledge wholly considered uncool
He sought refuge in the thought that one day he'd know it all
And showing everyone that the way they think is wrong
Filling his head with knowledge from all of his favorite minds
From Socrates to Alan Watts, and all other kinds
Of philosophers showing him things his teachers never could
Progressing just a little too fast for his own good
Fast forward for some years and now the boy is a man
Steady going insane, cause he just can't understand
Why he hasn't reached a conclusion, only further confusion
Circular patterned nightmares, facing the delusion
Of his younger self, til one day he'd had it with the lies
And decided to sell all his things, cut all his ties
And he found the highest peak in which he could reside
And stayed there for the rest of his life
See the man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
The man who knows everything knows he knows nothing
So just quit with all that bluffing you ain't on the stuff you front about
Giving folk the runaround but your facade is coming down
Humble yourself, the time is now
Where's your paper crown?
What's never lost is never found
When no one else is around
Learn to swim you'll never drown
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Writer(s): Jordan Simmons
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