it's the unimpressed alchemist
i, pity who doubtin this.
in your city with a double-breasted falcon crest chest plate, male tunic
in this society of spectacle, it's the shoe bomber who's waltzing through...
it's a kind of hopelessness, a loneliness,
a colour I only ever heard played by a man named thelonious.
i spent experience points on knowledge, cunning and stealth,
spit a diaphanous gossamer and then he signed it in calligraphy,
"sincerely, just a...nother blasphemous philosopher"
( verse at 7:23)