Explain this all to me.
Is this some dream or
some fucked-up reality?
Reaching out my immaterial hands
to hold onto a memory;
to try and take it back, but I
always meet with futility.
The ways of the world,
the mechanics of reality...
I'll never understand
till it all comes back to me:
every peice of the whole
of this confusing little story.
Is it only the eyes that ever change?
Is the soul behind every mask the same?
What's the message here?
Am I dreamer or the dream?
Once I finally reach the end it seems
that I just cycle back to the beginning.
Am I behind every pair of eyes, just
at a different point in subjective time that's
forever linear in this reincarnating consciousness,
within this twisted objective space,
this cyclic temporal circus?
I'll never understand
till it all comes back to me:
every peice of the whole
of this confusing little story.
Is it only the mask that ever changes?
Is the soul behind every pair of eyes the same?
Are you reading or writing this?
Will time tell? I forget again.
Is this some dream or
some fucked-up reality?
Reaching out my immaterial hands
to hold onto a memory;
to try and take it back, but I
always meet with futility.
The ways of the world,
the mechanics of reality...
I'll never understand
till it all comes back to me:
every peice of the whole
of this confusing little story.
Is it only the eyes that ever change?
Is the soul behind every mask the same?
What's the message here?
Am I dreamer or the dream?
Once I finally reach the end it seems
that I just cycle back to the beginning.
Am I behind every pair of eyes, just
at a different point in subjective time that's
forever linear in this reincarnating consciousness,
within this twisted objective space,
this cyclic temporal circus?
I'll never understand
till it all comes back to me:
every peice of the whole
of this confusing little story.
Is it only the mask that ever changes?
Is the soul behind every pair of eyes the same?
Are you reading or writing this?
Will time tell? I forget again.
