The frail threads of perception connect to no certainty.nThere's no magnetism toward the truth,njust you and me floating in our minds, in our galaxy,nsearching for something to help us through.nSo disregard your biology if mortality is too difficult for you.nn(chorus)nKeep on holding onto this conception of your place.nKeep on picturing yourself outside of time and space...nand see where that gets you.nnA moment you eternalize-ntry to lock your fleeing world into... some safe and sacred womb.nSafe to assume cosmic indifference to everything we do.nAnd there are no signs anywhere that anything will turn and go your way,nand your time is quickly escaping you,nno matter how desperately you want to stay.nn(chorus)nnYou're grasping in thin air, an infantile expression of no hope.nKeep living by your codes,nyour god only knows around your neck your arrogance is a fucking rope.nn(chorus)nnThe soul is memory, just smart enough to see we're fading away,nand it's far too much to know.nWe're running from our intellect each time we pray for more.nBut if comforting, then true, so hide from the world.