God, Buddha, or is it me
Creating all of the world’s borderlines
That are crossable anyway
A tangled thought process in the air
Brainwashed aliens in my right ear
What’s with all the noise
The hidden truth
and the name of God
I’ll expose the world’s conspiracies for this era
Even if I make nothing of myself
It will all be fine in the end
Because everyone believes in illusions
Hollow out the globe’s insides
Add some arrows, make a borderline
Love in symbols, then TT
Men, women, and everyone else
Aliens unconsciously hurting each other
It’s all so lovely
In between the fresh wind as it blows
Being myself seems so trivial
At the edge of my chaotic breathing
I feel alive
The hidden truth
and God’s mischief
I’ll expose
history’s worst lies for this era
Even if I make nothing of myself
It will all be fine in the end
Because everyone believes in illusions
A whimsical melody
and the name of God
I’ll expose
the world’s conspiracies for this era
Even if I make nothing of myself
It will all be fine in the end
Because everyone believes in illusions
The era will be over.