Hiding in the infinite
Knowing what it cant forget
Started a long time ago
Growing from the ground below
Here it tries to understand every little thing it could ever want to be
Tries to slowly comprehend every century it is ever gonna see
Holding up a wrecking ball
Taking aim at all you think you know
A blow to knock you down to earth
A type of solitary confinement
Youve been sent to understand all the little things that were never meant to be
Help it slowly comprehend every century it is ever gonna see
Blending archetypes like mixing paint
We each make our small mark on the page
So dont just sit back here and count the days
Thinking one day it will all get washed away
Some say reality is neutral
Reflects your good or bad feelings back at you
Subjected to this passing show of sound and light
Its up to you how you interpret your time
Like a sculptor carving off the clay to show
The image from their mind that they want you to know
The truth reveals itself to you when you unblock the light
by removing all obstructions from your line of sight
