You see
But what do you see?
Who is me?
Just a computer brain
They thrive on duality
To be or not to be
And I can't trace their patterns
Even with my telescopic eye
Perhaps they've got a program
For that type of illness too
But they don't tell you
How to use it against them
No, they prefer to herd you in
Like pre-slaughtered cattle
Shaking their death rattles
In every step you take
In every moment lies a place
You'll see once again
It's not deja vu
It's just them peering in inside of you
But you're no machine
You're not a circus beam
They can walk upon cause
They have crossed all the lines already
They have all took the time
Just a matter of minutes
Passed on information from the elders
That don't exist
They burnt all the books
So how can we know
If it's really about how it looks
Or how it feels
How can we tear apart
The inevitable lies and starts
There is no beginning
There is no end
Look outside your window
Nothing has changed
Except three little birds
And two little trees
And one little piece
Of stolen geometry
Don't meet your maker
Meet the architect
He's the boss
He foresees the costs
Of everything that
You once cherished
And that you lost
You can claim you have it all
But you most likely belong
In a store window
Heaven and hell
Outer-space or underground
You decide