Well, I can't speak for you, but there's nothing better than when you're dispassionately uninvolved. In what I'm trying to tell you, in what's going on. Outside your phone there's nothing going on that's worth a dime. Outside of you there's nothing going on that's worth your time. Inside your head you'll sit and you'll ignore the signs, only your cybernetics can fake your piece of mind. Your boredom is insulting when there's so much to accomplish and contribute; It makes me so sick. Get up and find your passion. Get up, go out and fake it if you have to. Get up, make something with your own two hands. The fear of accomplishment keeps us glued in place, content with the norm, unable to face the glory we were meant for. It's all we have, it's all we have, just a line in the sand to serve as reminder. It's all we have, it's all we have, just a line in the sand. Watch moss grow over this beautiful shrine. Wake up, Atlantis is back, wake up, it never left.