layers of layers my layers have layers confusing consciousness, reality and metaphor Feeling like a fool it seems like nothing's new Who knew the disease was terminal? No hope from above, never felt at home in a pew Wondering why I've been cursed with this sickness venereal Sincerity is the new irony This shit sure isn't byrony I am really high-rony Striving to know and grow--mere Truth (with a capital T) we can afford the effort The route is more important than the destination Our place in the Space--our struggling dominion Too close to know the Complacent omniarch--indifferent and unaware of its own machinations That is to say, we were lost in finite forever
well that was confusing my bad if i wasnt so baked i might be able to understand this a little better
