Perception is reality and the majority perceive only this swamp of mediocrity.
Just people floundering, clinging on to their rafts of broken imaginations.
They fail to see that it means nothing. Nothing at all.
And that it’s insubstantial next to the core of thought.

I will not be what you want me to be
And you always fear what you don’t understand

It’s pulling me apart.
Over the edge of an abyss
It’s just a reaction

The world used to be there for the taking, and then for the breaking
But now it is for the making.
And the masses? Well, they will take what they’re given,
So, why not give them something worthwhile for a change?
Understanding is unlikely but at least they’ll sing your fucking song.

I will not be what you want me to be
And you always fear what you don’t understand
You cannot be what I want you to be
And i always hate your idiocy

It’s pulling me apart
Over the edge of an abyss
Don’t shoot the messenger

Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the infinite.

Am I the leader? The prophet? The god?
Labels lose all relevance
Next to the target, the ultimate goal

Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the asymptote.
In the fog of shadows, I seek solidity
Undeniable expression.
Beyond infinity.

I try to hold on

Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the asymptote.
In the fog of shadows, I seek solidity
Undeniable expression.
Beyond infinity.

But these are just sigils drawn in the air
Or scratchings upon the surface
Of the sphere of osmium.
Every object is an imperfect copy of a perfect idea.
But still we try.

But still we try.