Logic
I am the mind of the soul
The knowledge of love
The scholar behind every mortals spine
I make 2 + 2 = 4
But it is not I who leaves the body wanting more

Desire
I am the fantasy of every known reality
The target camouflaged with the stars
Every women’s hidden passion
And every man’s known ambition
But not every emotion I preach
Is a crucified sin
Take a gander at my sermons and think again

Logic
I am the brain behind your spineless teachings
I’ve heard every word that’s escaped from your lips
Don’t tell this scholar to think again
Just repent your sins
And try once more