Coloring pictures in tune with a knife.
Sure it may leave a mark, but do you really in this thing called life?
Social skies and racial eyes, 31 days every other block.
Although they loathe you, you know they're all talk.
It's enchanting when decanting, as you've realised you've realised enough.
It's no wonder as we come down we always want back, we always want back up.

But you ask why.
Contemplating, you'll ask why.
In every single way you're just another ant, that's all.
Stray the subject all you want, try to have a fucking ball.
Contemplating you'll ask why, but does it really even matter?
If all we are are tiny ovals of energy, heat and matter...
And everything is a waste of time, why do we even bother?
Why?

Ohhh why?
Are you in disguise?
Wash your ears and live in fear.
Don't be a faggot with your tears.
As you're trying to pop your cyst, I won't even say a prayer.
Why?

Ohh woah it's pretty sick.
Everyone's got a nervous tick.
All we are are tiny ovals of enegry, heat and matter.
When it really comes right down to it, you'll wonder if we really even matter...
No!

Living as parasites
On a sphere with life.
How did it start and where does it end?
Why does everything seem to blend?
Is there more we cannot see?
Are we or are we not free?

Ohhhh what's going on?
Ohhhh there's nothing wrong.
Why do we sleep at night
When we know nothing is right?
Stop.