Believe in the Perfect
(spectre of adam smith)



Don't stop
And don't glance
And don't put out your hand

To the poor misfortunate souls
It's so easy to be blind
It's so easy to walk along behind

jump off
the train
while you can, before the chains

of sleepy habit harden like clay
It's so easy to just play the game
It's so easy to fall down insane