This time is, anytime is, constant time is
it is, you are, we be, gone.
Men are, women are, on a verge, spaceless
There isn't time, there isn't place,
There's not but us to face.
The reality of the core of our existence,
lies in the name of coherence.
Paradox lies, it lies to you,
in a fact, it dazes fools.
You see, we think we are the same, and so we be.
But that is not what it means,
Instead it makes you fiends, enemies, disease.
It's not gonna happen
We're not gonna make it
Running without space nor time
we just have to fake it
Riddles, riddles, riddles
We fight for survival of our breed
thus creating war, so we bleed.
Killing everyone in the process
of self-elimination.
We can call it evolution of strong,
but when did you find?
muscle and brain,
walking inside the same mind.
It's not gonna happen
We're not gonna make it
Running without space nor time
we just have to fake it
Desperation made it
Complex reasons taint it
and finally when you see it
you already lost it
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