Daniel Miller
"timendi causa est nescire"
Sometimes I think too much
Yeah, I get so caught up
I'm always stuck in my head
I wish I could escape
I tried to yesterday
Took all the sheets of my bed
Then I tied up my linen with five strips of ribbon I found
Scaled the side of the buildin', I ran to the hills 'til they found me
And they put me back in my cell, all by myself
Alone with my thoughts again
Guess my mind is a prison, and I'm never gonna get out
Alors Miller, paraît qu'on s'prend pour un putain de génie ?
« Je ne crois pas que l'intelligence puisse être quantifiée avec précision, mais j'ai un QI de 187, une mémoire eidétique et je peux lire 20 000 mots par minute. Alors oui, je suis un putain de génie. »
Actually, it's more like we're looking for a needle in a pile of needles. A needle would stand out in a haystack.
