Sanoja: Voivod. The Unknown Knows.

On this train, will it always rain?
Try to analyze this led venture
Songless sky, digital bug-eye
Octagonal seams so much clearer
Indiscrete, status incomplete
To provide me with something better

Things come and go, this world is droll
All that I know, the unknown knows

Talk to me, you flying shadows
Wandering into the ozone stew
Keep your myths from the embryos
Who would misconstrue anything new?
An outright official fiasco
Can you shield me from the drastic truth?

Times come and go, how dull the flow
All that I hope, the unknown knows

Have some sign come to me
That I am in their league, back down to reality
Look about, response is wanting
Events are carefully on display
Common sense, a gift is given
But mystic mistakes are never made
Suspecting premature daydreams

I surrender to ritual gray, I come and go
Endless approach, I must be close
The unknown knows

Why all this commotion now? Stop, wait
I wish I knew the one who knows
Yesterday will come with tomorrow's sun
And merry-go-round stuck on muddy ground
Nineteen yelping fools, half-wits spouting drool
Half of which have some, the others have none
I knew all along