pulled into another dream that isn't mine
a thread gone through the silver needle's eye
so do we get what we deserve?
or are we made of nothing more
than fractals of light shooting in the dark?
moving faster than we ever have before
we're chasing after a glimpse of all that we adore
the river's flowing backwards
so do we get what we deserve?
or are we made of nothing more
than fractals of light shooting in the dark?
we're just plots on the curve
a shining spectacle to observe
spiraling fractures on a silver arc
can you cut me out just to bring me to life?
will i subdivide before i'm not the sum of my parts?
and you don't recognize me anymore
so do we get what we deserve?
or are we made of nothing more
than fractals of light shooting in the dark?
we're just plots on the curve
a shining spectacle to observe
spiraling fractures on a silver arc