The Recluse:
Madness comes
When faith in Him
Begins to dim
Madness comes
When doubts about G-d's plan
For every beast and man
Creeps in
This is the greatest sin
You soul imbued by G-d with light
You've traded for the murk of night
The Badkhn:
Delusion comes
When faith in Him
Fills past the brim
Delusion comes
For piety and holy deeds
Are sure to breed conceit within
How can I help but grin?
The Recluse with a bear he's trained
Can't see his work's been all in vain.
The Recluse:
For too many days my life was full
I maybe had a minute every month for shul
But though my ledger book was in the black
My soul was as empty as an empty sack
I wandered through the wilderness, in dung I trod
Then I seized my desires and bound them to G-d
And it's as if I saw for the very first time... the sun!
Now I devote my days to the Almighty One!
The Badkhn:
Rend your garments and stomp about
Beat your breast demonstrating you're devout
Toss bread in a river to remove your sins
Go dizzy with your dawn and dusk davening
Atone, ablute, to Jerusalem crawl
To shove a piece of paper in the Wailing Wall
Repent til you're blue, but one day you'll find
That the world still is dreck, and you've lost your mind
The Recluse: You think the one solution
The Recluse and The Badkhin: Is a call for revolution!
The Recluse: It's revolting!
The Badkhn: Yes! Revolting! That's my plan exactly, sir!
The Recluse: What an execreble notion, what we need is more devotion.
The Badkhn: More devotion
Both: to the G-d, who has bestowed upon us this
The Recluse:
This world that's so deserving of our praise
Prayer sir, is hastening the end of days
The Badkhn:
This farce that never ceases to amaze
Overthrowing G-d will bring the end of days
Both, at once:
For too many days my life was full
I maybe had a minute every month for shul
But though my ledger book was in the black
My soul was as empty as an empty sack
I wandered through the wilderness, in dung I trod
Then I seized my desires and bound them to G-d
And it's as if I saw for the very first time... the sun! now I devote my days to the Almighty One!
Rend your garments, stomp about
Beat your breast demonstrating you're devout
Rend your garments, stomp about
Beat your breast demonstrating you're devout
Toss bread to remove your sins
Go dizzy with your dawn and dusk davening
Repent and ablute, but one day you'll find
That the world still is dreck, and you've lost your mind
The Recluse: You're mad!
The Badkhn: I'm mad as hell! This much I know
The Recluse: I know this won't end prettily
Both: You'll see the final word's with
Recluse: Me
Badkhn: Me,
Both: Me
Badkhin: Me! Me.
Recluse: Me!
Badkhn: That's right, me.

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