The spinning you feel is not of the earth, it's all in your head
The blue in the sky and green in the grass, unwillfully imagined

Everything you know sparked by unbelievable coincidence
Sub consciousness
Never any consequence
The twinkle of the stars you see is your mind wishing to believe the magic of nonsense

We are dealt a hand and we act like there's a dealer
You can't define life without speaking to the reaper

Your belief that death is an option hinges on the fact that life is a reality
We started the fight for survival and now we want to quit because we are losing
And we cannot define life without always uttering death
We cannot define life without always uttering death

I wear a watch even though I don't believe in time
The idea is false, just like the rest of the ones in your mind
I don't fear death because I refuse to believe in life
Genius of design
Fooled by your own mind
Size is infinite
Reality is never explicit
Simplicity so impossibly complicated
Infinity too dauntingly sophisticated
I am not real