Life is a sieve through which my anarchy streams
Resolving itself into words
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written
The timeless, swirling, gyroscopic horde
Delirium of disorder
I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist
The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
Has persuaded me contritely to persist
Resolving itself into words
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written
The timeless, swirling, gyroscopic horde
Delirium of disorder
I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist
The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
Has persuaded me contritely to persist