In this universe

We process time linearly forward

But outside of our spacetimeFrom what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective

Time wouldn′t exist

And from that vantage, could we attain it

We'd see

Our spacetime would look flattened

Like a single sculpture

With matter in a superposition of every place it ever occupied

In this universe

We process time linearly forward

But outside of our spacetime

From what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective

Time wouldn′t exist

Me

Me, me, me, me, I, I

I'm so fucking important

I'm so fucking important, right?

See, we all got what I call a life trap

This gene-deep certainty that things will be different

That you′ll move to another city and meet the people that′ll be the

Friends for the rest of your life, that you'll

See, we all got what I call a life trap

This gene-deep certainty that things will be different

That you′ll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the

Friends for the rest of your life

That you′ll fall in love and be fulfilled

Fucking fulfillment and closure, whatever the fuck those two

Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm

And nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end

And closure, no, no, no, nothing is ever over

The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel

That's what the preacher sells

See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion

And he tells you it′s a fucking virtue, I was about to be hanged doing that

There's such a desperate sense of entitlement in it

Surely this is all for me

Me

Me, me, me, me, I, I

I'm so fucking important

I′m so fucking important, right?