See the wonder turn real
The seed and the pattern of "why", can't bare us the cause
A palindrome, holds what may be, or be denied
A shape is seeking to form, to know why it does
Can one see what lies inside, with outward eyes?
One seeking the core, may find we don't lead what we are
A voice that is able to heal, is speaking in tongues
The shape is taught, to question thought, by those unlike
One seeking the core, may find that the self is not sole
Dazed is the mind. It acts as one and lives off it's kind
For I as you as we, in one all numbers meet
One seeking the cure, may find we can't free us (of all)
One sought those following them
One built on why they are following them
And one fought those following them
And by a blind, mimiced "why", they all followed him
Claim no thought, it is framed by a myriad more
And the mind that has taught, carried signs of all
I am common, of the same core as everything is
I am common, from the same spark as everything is
I am common, of the same force as everything is
I am common, a singular hive-mind
Sense this might
What lasts therefore can't be denied
Are marks we leave with every deed
Doubt images painted by trust
In things we don't test but believe!
Lords, Idols and Gods all must crumble!
It's self-deceit
We find us in times of mass need,
While claiming we found righteous ways
It's false belief
Conceiving the state of our being
Ever is haste in our stride
Ever is fate in our stride