The love that rattles in your head,
Is the love that she shares ,
For cause of chemical illusions,
From the very nerves that pass through your flesh,
From the atoms that were forged in the heart of a dyeing star,
The lie,
Cause of a concoction in your mind.


Love is a lie.
The lie of them illusions,
A trick of them nerves,
A trick of them atoms that were oh so cruelly made,
The truth of science shows the lie of one’s true love.  


Reality is mere elements.
The compounds of these elements,
Them compounds that make us as real as nothing but dust,
Reality is lonely.
Reality is lonely.
And upon this mere coincidence that we are castaway,
Hopelessly we look to the stars that we are believed to see,
The creation of a lie is being made,
Love, the deception of physics .
Yet as it spreads across the galaxy across the dark that once was of nothing,
its destiny to fit into life,
That life which is not alive.
That life which is just of protein and sorts,
The lie of love that fits in as a part of this brain,
The brain which leads us blindly by the shear evolution of chemicals and neurons.
The evolution of as possible as your body of atoms is alive.


Yet love is the lie that holds us close to each other,
The gravity that the physics’ never told us about,
As physics’ cannot explain it all the chemical compounds,
the electrodes in your brain how can it lead to something so strong.
Love is a lie from your mind.
Yet it is the best lie of all.

Reality may be lonely,
But from the love that rattles in our head we are of pleasure,
For who cares of reality, as in here reality cares not of the truth.
For who cares if we are just elements,
as long as them elements are of illusion of them chemicals.
As long as them elements pass power through them nerves.
As long them nerves pass though the flesh.
As long as them elements are forged in the heart of a dyeing star.
Then we can live the lie that is love
As long as the so called life is in our mind we can ask:
Is love a lie or is love the only thing that is truly real?