I know the secret of life You are nothing to anyone but yourself Do you really know the world? Or are you living in a dream inside your head?
All that you think you know Everything that you think you see Calculated reactions of what you percieve Electrical signals dictate your thoughts Your sense of self, your memories Reduceable to math and chemistry Biological machines running like clockwork But we're still nothing more than machines
Cling to your religion if you must It won't help you in the end Your feelings of salvation Psychological fabrication
If your life is too hard without your god Then go ahead and die on your knees Become food for the worms You're not cut out for this brave new world
I find it hard to care about loss of life Maybe because I know it too well To exist one moment and not the next Rejoin the earth, the only fucking place we know
Do you really know the world? Or are you living in a dream inside your head? Biological machines running like clockwork But we're all still nothing more than machines