A flaw in the grand design of what we call living An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction We must first accept our need to be (to be) If we are to live and to be free Failure to choose and realize Is the foundation of our demise (demise) Our subconscious is trying to tell us something If not here, where should we be, how can we know? And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway? It's really trying to tell us? (tell us something) We're not really here, where we should be? (that I do know) And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye Finding reason in changed stability The key to realizing our futility ♪ Our subconscious is trying to tell us something That we're really not here, that we really don't know Our subconscious is trying to tell us something That we're really not here, that we really don't know That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway Hope through turning away Letting go of getting nearer Finding the words to express it Even further down the road Stepping right in, drawing closer For time is here and now