Like sandcastles along the beach, at tide time melt away
The universe dissolves and forms again in other ways
Nothing really matters, nothing done and nothing said
It's all just moving molecules, mechanical and dead...
Or at least not really alive...
I have some good news for you, you're not really real!
You're the collective delusion of some co-dependant cells
Caught up in silly notions of worth, and need, and purpose
Thinking that you're thinking you're yourself because you can't tell
Maybe existence is a mass hallucination
And maybe the collective consciousness is the true source of creation
And maybe we are thereby the products of our own imagination
And maybe is just another word for bullshit