Second hand mock my pace
locked inside awesome space
Locked in an hours embrace
staring minutes in the face

i'm rushing into nowhere
plenty of time to spare
no cause and affect in the void
in the presense of the paranoid

too much of this philosophy
has made its way inside of me
there is really no reality
you are a reflection of me

compensating for my bordem
creating to feel less alone
making me in skin and bones
chemical booms sins and clones

Second hand mocks my pace
locked inside my awesome space
locked in an hours embrace
staring minutes in the face

I'm rushing into nowhere
plenty of time to spare
no cause no effect in the void
in the presense of the paranoid

a science of reality
an alliance with all activity
I might be a figment you know
in my flight pigment that glows

compensating for my bordem
creating to feel less alone
making me of skins and bones
chemical flumes so gods not alone

Time loses all motion
in this kantian notion
this new philosophy
that insinuates insanity

second hand mocks my face
locked inside my awesome space
locked inside in an hours embrace
staring minutes in the face

I'm rushing into nowhere
with plenty of time to spare
no cause in effect in my void
placenta to the paranoid

Born again to the second hand pace
lost alone in my awesome space
no longer in times embrace
no expiration or creation date