This world cant be sown
To the image that you have thrown
Down the corriders of your mind
Only to questions if im really there
To ensnare the ideal of this fucked up life
Only has a beginning and end
That above the clouds is only space
That down below is only rock
That the image of our god was a joke
I toke to put my mind at ease
From all the monsters within
So when I look at your face
I can explain that the human race
Is fake
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