Thou shall not search
Things that can't be found
Hide what's been discovered
When it threatens peace
We in isolation
Spoke the language of the Gods
One lost in the fog
Unveiled what shouldn't have been
Stop the fool he speaks with demons
Shut his mouth and burn his script
Stop the fool he spoke with demons
For this crime he shall be drowned
Realize what you have done
It will lead us to insanity
Now the cult is in distress
Cursed by your own curiosity
Tie him up
Throw him down
Whole numbers and their ratios
Pillars of weak concrete
Regardless of their denial
Hidden numbers revealed
Pierce the shield of the rational
Your universe is incomplete
Face the incommensurable
Embrace a larger reality
Some things are meant to stay hidden
Take them down to the bottom of the sea
Futile are the censors' efforts
Time will break their shallow peace

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