Ode to Ockham

Tales of a feat-less defeat seep As seeds of a secret deceit come to bloom Heaps but no heathens meet for the means Without even seeking the meaning, the truth I'm on the last few feet of the longest fuckin' rope that you've ever seen Ockham's rolling over in his grave tonight Cause simplicity's insisting on going home alone tonight And now every time I hear my name I think I'm going to sprain my neck Just checking who's callin' on me Cause I think I could bring what you see But maybe not what you seek If you don't seek, you don't seek like me I'm on the last few feet of the longest fuckin' rope that you've ever seen Ockham's rolling over in his grave tonight Cause simplicity's insisting on going home alone tonight