Spaceotemporal - Cire

The frail threads of perception connect to no certainty

There’s no magnetism toward the truth

Just you and me floating in our minds, in our galaxy

Searching for something to help us through

So disregard your biology if mortality is too difficult for you

Keep on holding onto this conception of your place

Keep on picturing yourself outside of time and space…

And see where that gets you

A moment you eternalize

Try to lock your fleeing world into… some safe and sacred womb

Safe to assume cosmic indifference to everything we do

And there are no signs anywhere that anything will turn and go your way

And your time is quickly escaping you

No matter how desperately you want to stay

Keep on holding onto this conception of your place

Keep on picturing yourself outside of time and space…

And see where that gets you

You’re grasping in thin air, an infantile expression of no hope

Keep living by your codes

Your god only knows around your neck your arrogance is a fucking rope

Keep on holding onto this conception of your place

Keep on picturing yourself outside of time and space…

The soul is memory, just smart enough to see we’re fading away

And it’s far too much to know

We’re running from our intellect each time we pray for more

But if comforting, then true, so hide from the world