In this universe
We process time linearly forward
But outside of our spacetimeFrom what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective
Time wouldn′t exist
And from that vantage, could we attain it
We'd see
Our spacetime would look flattened
Like a single sculpture
With matter in a superposition of every place it ever occupied
In this universe
We process time linearly forward
But outside of our spacetime
From what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective
Time wouldn′t exist
Me
Me, me, me, me, I, I
I'm so fucking important
I'm so fucking important, right?
See, we all got what I call a life trap
This gene-deep certainty that things will be different
That you′ll move to another city and meet the people that′ll be the
Friends for the rest of your life, that you'll
See, we all got what I call a life trap
This gene-deep certainty that things will be different
That you′ll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the
Friends for the rest of your life
That you′ll fall in love and be fulfilled
Fucking fulfillment and closure, whatever the fuck those two
Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm
And nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end
And closure, no, no, no, nothing is ever over
The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel
That's what the preacher sells
See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion
And he tells you it′s a fucking virtue, I was about to be hanged doing that
There's such a desperate sense of entitlement in it
Surely this is all for me
Me
Me, me, me, me, I, I
I'm so fucking important
I′m so fucking important, right?
