I have been everyone before
Projecting patterns onto myself
Black and every color imaginable

Sparking the flames that grow higher and higher
Burning me down to that of infinitesimal workings
Becoming nothing more than a solar flare in the mind electric

After years of abandoning the in-between
I straddle the border of systematic understanding and global comprehension
Because a bounded existence is only meaningful in the Kafkaëske

Forever seems like too long to hold your breath
Push yourself past the panic point
Reinvent the Renaissance

Stoking the flames that grow louder and louder
Relishing in untestable power
Instrumental labor setting foundation for the lyricists

The human condition adds fuel to the fire
Existence precedes essence, I have always been alive
Choose to ignore, invent inertia infinitely into inconsistent ignorance in immoral imagination

It’s showtime inside the cage; my consciousness is thrown away
Had there been a result; there would’ve been a reason
There’s a permeable permanence profoundly proving patience performed in particular patterns probably pierce perceivable perfection