Know-nothing bohemians, arcane and lenient.
Disobedient hicks addicted to the main ingredient.
There’s more of us. It’s safe to assume there’s a movement.
Drown in doubt. Down and out. There’s room for improvement.
We’re casualties, gradually wreaking havoc, wreckin’ spots.
Connect the dots. No such thing as second thoughts.
Representatives of new truth and evidence. Hardly darker.
Cycles and currents. Disciples of Charlie Parker.