GETDEAD

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old And oh my God I feel so damn old I don't really feel anything On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below And oh my God, they look so alone Do they really feel anything? Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on Where do you move when what you're moving from Is yourself? The universe works on a math equation that never even ever really ends in the end Infinity spirals out creation We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying We aint sure where you stand You aint machines and you aint land And the plants and the animals, they are linked And the plants and the animals eat each other