Time and Death and God - The Acacia Strain

The spinning you feel is not of the earth, it’s all in your head

The blue in the sky and green in the grass, unwillfully imagined

Everything you know sparked by unbelievable coincidence

Sub consciousness

Never any consequence

The twinkle of the stars you see is your mind wishing to believe the magic of

nonsense

We are dealt a hand and we act like there’s a dealer

You can’t define life without speaking to the reaper

Your belief that death is an option hinges on the fact that life is a reality

We started the fight for survival and now we want to quit because we are losing

And we cannot define life without always uttering death

I wear a watch even though I don’t believe in time

The idea is false, just like the rest of the ones in your mind

I don’t fear death because I refuse to believe in life

Genius of design

Fooled by your own mind

Size is infinite

Reality is never explicit

Simplicity so impossibly complicated

Infinity too dauntingly sophisticated

I am not real