As I watch myself in the mirror
my mind sees a complex river//
I am matter and matter exists
but matter is also shit//
So what does it matter
if I just get madder//
Am I shit or is shit me
I have shit, is shit reality?//
Or is reality the decency to believe?
I confuse my senses and find myself relieved//
how can I be sure that I exist when im just atoms
I cant see my struture no matter how hard I stare at 'em//
these questions that boggle minds
maybe I can find the answers later in time//
I see its hard, too hard to see
Am I living just couse I breathe?//
or does life breathe from me
and create reality?//
Life is shit, should I embrace it
or is a shitty life a replacement?//
truth is knowledge
So do they speak with no lies in college?//
happiness can be inscribed in a kiss
does that make love defined in true bliss....//

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