I question my existence
I question time’s persistence
I question daily coincidence
I question it’s significance
I cut myself to see if I bleed like everybody else
All your thoughts I try to feel
But none of it ever seems to be real
Real.
Life must be a dream
Dream.
Laying on the floor with limited brain activity
Religion seems to be a version of a bedtime story
Set upon embellished rumors of high school imagery
If I woke up tomorrow would I forget it that easily
How do you know that you’re not already dead
How do you know you’re not awake when you sleep in bed
How can you really tell that hell is not this earth
How can you really tell your death from your birth
I cut myself to see if I bleed like everybody else
All your thoughts I try to feel
But none of it ever seems to be real
Real.
Life must be a dream
Dream.
Laying on the floor with limited brain activity
Religion seems to be a version of a bedtime story
Set upon embellished rumors of high school imagery
If I woke up tomorrow would I forget it that easily
