In all the distant galaxies

All over the vast, vast universe

Nowhere in any of that exists a being exactly the same as you

So good job, I guess

I'm sick of your alias

Take off that stupid mask

I'm sick of your alias

You fucking bureaucrat

When we ponder the infinite universe

We can't grasp the true nature of anything

We can only believe what we see right in front of us

What we can hold on to, and let go

Everything else is conceptual illusion

Linear time exists because our brains perceive it so

Fuck

I'm sick of your alias

I'm sick of the broken face

Get out with your alias

Never needed you in the first place

What else could I

Become, if I could perceive

Another mode of time

Setting my alarms

For the constant, constant

Focus on all being

With too much introspection, one can drive themselves mad

But without any introspection, one can find themself

Aloof, distant and miserable

Cool

I'm sick of your alias

I'm sick of the bullshit you pull

I'm sick of the alias

Drop it before we're both skulls

Who meet their final destination

On a road paved with moments stuck in space

For the constant, constant

Focus on all being

So ultimately we are only what we perceive ourselves to be and how we are perceived by those around us

Everything else is simply illusion

Simply illusion

I mean, I guess