Running through, mistaken field of dreams
filter with, neither pain or pleasure
i insist, we never feel again
convoluted reckoning
see it through, just understand
thats its true, everything meaningless
and we will, amount to nothing
just bitter sweet understanding
Wander Through, Cater To a perfect idea with self destructive reason
savor it all, supplement every flaw
I’ll be nowhere I suppose we’re faults of cells
I believe we mean nothing at all
wander through, cater to, suffering
to learn that all i know it in questions