Little Death Of Innumerable Doomed Spermatozoons, Faceless Tainted Lives So Powerful We Just... Can't (Spirit Individual)

Bootleg Timeline, beginning of a terminated trip
PSY powers for a child only bound to trip but not to get up
Imagination unleading us to stop believing and be able to
Materiality, the less you try the more you end our reality
My muscles, are tired; My heart, is tired; My brain, is tired; Everything else
Has also been tried and tried, by anything we still haven't made up yet,
Trapped on the same net we've been building since forever
It is not music/\It is not images either/\Sensation all/\Sleep deprivation all/\Medication meditational
It's not what's behind the mirror and it's not the mirror either
Flow of ether, dream of a mandolin, a harp a flute and the most consistent of voids,
Oh
I ended in myself
Nothing came out of the birth of the world
I had hoped for
We ended it ourselves
No adjectives or paintings to describe anything, we didn't do
All we did, was undoing
Oh we did