We’re waiting in gardens
Seen the crumbling cities
We’re all in our minds
And it’s still space-time
Imagine the others
They don’t even bother
Trampolines and einstein
My twin is a man
On the other end of now
And I’ve slaughtered him to grow

You’ve gotta let go
Your only foe is clutching on to billions of nothings
With faces of presidents on the prints of your thumbs
Well I say that gravity waves are a fad
That space has the properties of fluids
When atoms squeeze into the void
Which is massless
Displacement’s a habit of regions with suns and equilibriums
The energy flows and in pours the void
Towards the space where the atom was born
And the pressure upon him is gravity
The void still remembers the days of peace and quiet
Pure energy
It was just like divineness or chaos nirvana
Was just like divineness or pure energy
Was just like divineness or chaos nirvana