What's your world, and where're you from?
What do you do for a living, and what have you done?
What do you stand for?
Why do you plan for
The futur you can't predict?
Nothing so damn sure
Why do you act hard, knowing you're not that?
Is it a past card that makes you feel like that?
Okay, I feel you, but can we get past it?
I see the real you, behind all the plastic.
Do you mind if I ask if, you wanted to smoke one?
Kindness' for weakness, why am I so dumb?
What is the meaning of this?
Why do I even exist?
How do I see through the mist into the deaper abyss?
Why am I thinking too hard?
Do you believe in a god?
What do you see when you close your eyes beneath the facade?
How did we even evolve into the beast that we are?
Why am I really here, is there a reason at all?
What's your world?
What's your world, and where does it end?
Does it extend past the galaxy?
How did it begin?
How long did you live there?
Is that what you call home?
I never been there.
Must be a long road.
How much did it cost?
And did you get lost?
Driving in the van, how many lands did you cross?
What a 'evilous' ride, have you been traveling far?
All these questions arise, can't answer them all.
But my world is a planet, i live under the sky.
So don't understand it, got me wondering why.
But I come from the 'Shy', so I'm never suprised.
I don't bring anything up, I just let it arise.
But your telling me lies hella pathetic,
Telecenetic I saw the devil in your eyes
And I could never forget it.
Image impeded in my head and I could never get it out,
Whatever, there's better things that I can think about.
What's your world?