What am i supposed to see
You thrust and shove these pathetic excuses of reality into my belief.
I spit at your attempts,
show me the reality we live or i will show it to You
...
The shakes in its own misery
The Sun cracks in its own mastery
what am i to do?
Legends struggle though this landscape of mystery
...
What Am I Supposed To See
What am i supposed to see
You thrust and shove these pathetic excuses of reality into my belief.
I spit at your attempts,
show me the reality we live or i will show it to You
You are less than the air we breath.
You are not visible
You are shadows in an alleyway.
You are nothing but the blackness of space
lifeless, airless, thoughtless, mindless
evaporate into space because You are nothing more than vapour.