• I am a figment of my own imagination.
    We are all dillusional, a product of hallucinations.
    I've been wishing on satellites most of my life
    thinking they were stars...and is there life on mars?
    She said "A snake, he told me, apples could console me.
    Knowledege ought to do the trick."
    But when I bit the apple, my heart gave out
    because knowledge, it made me sick.
    And I with my religion, preconceived notions,
    will tell you you will return to earth again.
    But the boy with nothing, who believes in nothing
    will tell me I'm full of spit.
    Now tell me, how is it, that you all expect to coexist?