Pre-empted eyes that see me.
Time that really knows me.
Everything around me.
Safe that's what I call it
Me.
Look both ways!
Only then I show myself to the mirror across the room.
Disguises people use, that's not what I am. I'm naked showing everything
The reflection in the mirror stares back cutting though my soul examining
Everyone thinks that there the "man"
Every atom twitching wishing to return to the beginning.
The Big Bang.
All one, all everything! You and me, you gotta be shitting me!
Haven't felt like this since the first hippy at Glastonbury.
Crushed into a space never owned by a thought before.
Fired up by the fact you want to know some more.
Even if you didn't, it was said by him before.
You, me, Him has the same atoms as before.
And much much more instore.
The whole eating itself, already told.
Everything but nothing with its life time on hold. Then, now and future.
Deaths life a story already told.
Forget your #, forget your onlys but how can you?
Re written to tell our story as if it hasn't be told before
Bang! Or break the silence?
All is, is is, and is will be one big bang controlling us all?...?
