Lyrics

Giving free will, but within certain limitation I cannot will myself to limitless mutation I cannot know what i would be if i were not me I can only guess me So when i say that i know me, how can i know that? What kinda spider understands arachnophobia? I have my senses and my sense of having senses Do i got them, or they me? The weight of dust exceeds the weight of settled object What can it mean, such gravity without a center? Is there freedom to un-be? is there freedom for will to be? Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way We just invent or just assume a motivation I would disperse, be disconnected Is this possible? What a soldier without a _ Being the air, but not be air. being the no air Being the air, but not be air. being the no air Beyond the loose neither compacted nor suspended Had i been free, i could have chosen not to be me Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill