Ego Divine (A. Fields, K. Geerdes)
A well made machine of psychic dreams
but, what is real and what’s make believe?
A flesh that feels…unsynthesized.
What would it see looking through your eyes?
Ghost of the god from the machine
who turned us on and made us bleed or
dystopian savior who runs the blade
to retire us all that can’t be saved?
Do I belong here? Is the ego designed?
Do I belong here?
Ghost of a God that can’t be seen
feeds us hope, in unicorn dreams,
that tell us all how the ego’s divine
in each paper man that’s left behind.
Crossword logic and number lines
define our place in space and time.
To what purpose are we flawed by design
with the weight of the end filling up our minds?
I never belonged here…is the ego divine?
I do not belong here!
What can we know
about the Ego?
Is it divine
or is it designed?
There’s nothing so real as the end of illusion.
Nothing so real as the end of “Me”.
Although I’m embracing the end of confusion
there’s, sadly, no end to eternity.
What I am feeling inside
is an evil that’s easy to hide.
What am I, really, inside?
The ego, or Ego Divine?
The evil is easy to find.
It’s in the Ego Divine.
I do not belong here. Is my ego divine?
I never belonged here?
Tears in rain you cannot see
are proof that there’s a soul in me.
So many moments, lost in time
Wake up now it's time to die