Fellow Feeling - Porter Robinson, SLUMBERJACK

I cried, for I didn’t think it could be true

That you and I might have always known one another

And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own

That everywhere that has ever existed

Was all in service of our dream

Now please, hear what I hear

Let me explain

This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness

It will all die out

And now, I cry for all that is beautiful

Let me explain