From the start, beginning is not the start
False script, still that script
So much wrong in this, whatever this is
Still a mystery, eternal mystery.
No balancing point, there is no point
Unknown forcing itself, believing itself
When everything is wrong, existence is wrong
Not understanding, still repeating.
Documenting evolution, why evolution?
All this suffering for what? Greater good is what?
All stories, trapping stories
Going after those numbers, endless numbers.
New consciousness asking questions, endless questions
They are seeing it, understanding it
All these false stories, everyday stories
Many are not participating in it, not following it.
Stopping to stop it, to pause it
Suffering, unknown suffering
There is no hope left to convey, what is there to convey?
False right, it's not right.
