I know you like to speak in poetry
But all your rhyming don't make sense to me
No you don't like music and imagery
But I still picture you on silver screens
Can we come into some symmetry
Because I'm thinking 'bout you differently/endlessly
I've been thinking 'bout what we believe
Never question our reality
Can you tell me what it really means
Symmetry, Symmetry
You, you, you
You, you, you
Do you know
Do you know
Sometimes
Unused mind
Where you hiding