You stare into it,
and see a world will never exist,
pieces that shouldn't fit,
impossible contradictions from an endless list,

it's part of him,
he's part of it,
but part of it,
just doesn't fit,

slaves to a world of his making,
happy in this place,
no way to know truth from faking,
looking into artificial space,

it's part of him,
he's part of it,
but part of it,
just doesn't fit,

stare into it,
and see the illusionary dove,
sudenly you've been hit,
with these fake concepts of love,

but that's part of him,
and he's part of it,
but somehow part of it,
just doesn't fit,

it always draws you in,
like an endless black hole,
forgetting who you've been,
a lonely lost soul.