You Know if you Are.
A lost dynasty deep in a cellar, this great mass of fruit and sweat, yielding to become fine rare wines. We live in phases, holding desperately onto our present as we race towards our respective horizons. Do anything to hold onto this millisecond and have already planned the next. Do not ask us where we are going, as we will tell you in painstakingly accurate detail, and yet we are the least knowledgeable, and the last to know. We do not care what you think or where you are going, we explain, as we change your mind and tag along.
Doubt us with caution and trust our every thought. We know more about you than you do of us.
We are your mass, and absolutely nothing like you. So do not pass judgment as you study and stare.
We thrive as your un-accepted, your reveled, your loved, your avoided, and we are more and less than you can possibly imagine. If you cannot absorb this, you can kiss our ass.
We will always have each other.
A lost dynasty deep in a cellar, this great mass of fruit and sweat, yielding to become fine rare wines. We live in phases, holding desperately onto our present as we race towards our respective horizons. Do anything to hold onto this millisecond and have already planned the next. Do not ask us where we are going, as we will tell you in painstakingly accurate detail, and yet we are the least knowledgeable, and the last to know. We do not care what you think or where you are going, we explain, as we change your mind and tag along.
Doubt us with caution and trust our every thought. We know more about you than you do of us.
We are your mass, and absolutely nothing like you. So do not pass judgment as you study and stare.
We thrive as your un-accepted, your reveled, your loved, your avoided, and we are more and less than you can possibly imagine. If you cannot absorb this, you can kiss our ass.
We will always have each other.