All you have is a hole to live like rats
Wasting your life like it's not even yours
Won't get a clue, won't learn something new
Get off your high horse, it means nothing to you
Can't think, can't feel, can't conclude, can't fulfill
Good for nothing, good for faking
And partaking in making a monkey look brilliant.
Yet somehow still human?
Too many epiphanies stared you in the face too many times.
What you are is how you prepare yourself (for what's to come).
Frequency of the symphonies tell me
That all you will be is a static signal
Passing by my celestial spiral.