(Everyone is happy)
Why act intact
(Everyone is happy)
Put together, dead
Masking the words of the cryptonic action
The indiscriminate problem, a fixation
Superfluous searching for rhythmicity
Desperated grasped by the fixations of becoming the avatar of sensorationality
The world bloomed from the crack of God's golden consciousness
Mercurial reflectivities rounding the spherical suspensivity of temporal abrasiveness
Consciousness flowing found and become
So why run
Why act
And why act at that
Intact, dead
So you shall see
Here's the dichotomy
Of Anonymity
Itself becoming
The mask itself
Become the mask
So you shall see
Here's the dichotomy
Of Anonymity
Itself becoming
The mask itself
Why act like that?
Intact, dead
Why act like that?
Intact, dead
It doesn't mean a thing
It doesn't mean a goddamn thing
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end
It doesn't mean a thing
Until we reach the end