All is what it seems
Means what it means
Rush to be on time
Rush with me
But you know I'm just a chaos
Natural disaster
For the start of the day I'm consuming myself
Greedily cause I love, hate myself
And I know its kind of banal, obvious truth
But I'm not stable in feelings, that is sure
There is no questions, only answers
Like cars crashing against a wall of stone
Do you know that the earth is moving through space
One thousand miles per hour