Doesn't it blow your mind to think about the fact
That you the sum of every thought, you've ever had
If you are everything then what's that say for the things you lack
Reality's subjective, what's objective is how they react
Intentions are assholes, opinions quote verbatim
Took apart the heart, labelled the parts and then displayed 'em
Macroforms - bigger than the frame you're in
Bigger than your cranium, bigger than your fading skin
We play to win, there's no other way to end the game
Victimized and ostracized, talk about a phantom pain
I can't pretend to know a thing but damn sure can muse
And pander to the rest of those that think they aren't confused
So tell me what's the point, of thinking there's a point
When any attempt to understand will only ever disappoint
Is parallax to blame for the way that we disjoint
More stars in the sky than there are surfaces of coins

(Hook)
Think about the way that you interpret what you think
Emotions are transmitted in the time it takes to blink
Why wait, now's a fine time to sink
Macroforms define the norm, diagrams confined to ink

Think about the way that you interpret what you think
Emotions are transmitted in the time it takes to blink
Why wait, now's a fine time to sink
Macroforms define the norm, diagrams confined to ink

The universe is shaped exactly like the Earth
If you go straight long enough you'll wind up in the curve
Follow that path back to the moment of your birth
To find you never can define what life is really worth
If it doesn't hurt, are you really existing
Wandering so aimlessly for what we are missing
Forever in the wind, intermittently twisting
Screaming every now and then for those that are listening
This whole bliss thing, I don't think that it's real
And if it is, well, I don't really see the appeal
Of ignorance as medicine, I'd rather just deal
Especially when I know that this skin will soon peel
Did society form just to nurse our own grief
And now that we're here can we ever know peace
I put forth the query but don't know the answer
The illusion of intelligence is a cancer

Think about the way that you interpret what you think
Emotions are transmitted in the time it takes to blink

(Hook)
Think about the way that you interpret what you think
Emotions are transmitted in the time it takes to blink
Why wait, now's a fine time to sink
Macroforms define the norm, diagrams confined to ink

Why wait, now's a fine time to sink
Macroforms define the norm, diagrams confined to ink

So don't blink,maybe then you won't feel
And don't think so you won't care what's real
Don't be alarmed by the way we've revealed
The lining of the walls and the things they've concealed
The secret is the design was rather secretive
None of those that have ever seen it lived
But they never did, because they never were alive
Fiction is the only place where such pursuits thrive
For every Case & Molly there's a head encased in folly
Wondering how to build the walls to keep this place from falling
But as time heals wounds, entropy fills rooms
Eventually this whole place will be a tomb
Now you decide, between life and suicide
Be aware that both result in ruined pride
Eschewing time for the last time
Watching seconds pass like a pastime