what's it gonna take to get through to me?
this helmet's too heavy and i cannot see
stark dissonance between left and right
a fight between the crude and the erudite
the world is out of focus
perhaps i've seen enough
step aside to let it by
this cacophony of quantum stuff
what do you get up for each and every day?
when nothing really matters in a cosmic way?
is the this the fate of those who philosophise?
or just an urgent call to lobotomise?
nothing is true so lets live a happy lie
so we feel no regret on the day that we all die
this pervasive fundamental absurdity
thrills and scares, smothers and liberates me
we're quite adept at self-deceipt
blurry-eyed and half-asleep
missing what we never knew
and clinging to the dream of truth
reach for the random
grasp the smoke in your hand
and with fleeting time forge the sublime
you little grain of sand
wake me up
convince me it's ok
to take the day and joyously
embrace blessed insanity
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