microscopic pieces of ignorant flesh
beings so little we bloat our egos
life size creatures striving for nothing
the fog of false reality is heavenly
the crashing truth is anarchy
there is no purgatory for both
the stars reflect our size
microscopic pieces of ignorant flesh
concerning ourselves with ourselves
strive for success in our reality
beings so little we bloat our egos
loneliness comes with a true reality
repetitive acts of human nature
life size creatures striving for nothing
born with nothing to leave with nothing
the haze of false reality or true reality
No matter who you are the end is the same
false reality turns into true reality without exception
