We're the Saints of The Vapor
that's our God-given nature
the future's a formality
presenting providential fallacies

The past foreknew the present
followed it in its essence
surpassed it with its prescience
forestalled its current presence

See me now, catch me later
neither instance is less or greater
straight lines run instantaneously
altogether extemporaneously

Time is selfish
Time is fleeting
Time is all we're truly needing

We're the Saints of The Vapor