I just feel tired playing the same role hitting blind targets achieving goals
let’s play the unconscious turn off the lights forget the meaning of wrong or right
let’s make the present all we know bury what’s familiar and at last
stop making sense for one single minute of your life I’ll wait
it’s no crime to be scared the only thing you’re sure of is the air we share it goes its way what looked as planned nothing is a concept we don’t understand
no fixed point entropy the time is playing dice with our expectancy the words unsaid the lines unread the day we’ll comprehend is the day we’re dead
above the ceiling we can just guess what turned us into being waits there
stop feeling tense the answers remain to be found so I say