Neo

Lachrymosal crying, they say my soul it is undying, but my 
spirit is unflying as I'm trying to divine, what in my mind
 is pining and causing all this sighing and causing me to 
search, for more time more time, spitting out rhyme after 
rhyme, trying to solve this crime, it's perpetrated against
 humanity by this deity, this supernatural entity that 
supposedly resides inside of me

And what is inside of you, I don't know, and I'll ponder 
this question till the world implodes or explodes, whatever
 it may be, it's a problem you'll agree, that my destiny 
puts into jeopardy the concept of free and what it left of 
me and how bereft are we and deft are we to live our lives,
 happily

And what is inside of you, I said, I don't know
And I am pondering this question, cause that's the way it's
 supposed to go
And I would relinquish my will, if the time would stand 
still and I could hold you until these strings break

Intrinsic reflections on my life and its sections and its 
fretted, like the middle age man with his faked healthy tan
 in his luxury sedan driving home to suburbian lands, with 
his uncalloused hands but my calloused hands they search 
these strings to find something that finally clings that 
finely stings that faintly rings true, which is all I ever 
wanted from you

And what is inside of you, I said, I don't know
And I am pondering this question, cause that's the way it's
 supposed to go
And I would relinquish my will, if the time would stand 
still and I could hold you until these strings break