[Lyric] The Flock (Pulsar Colony)

What’s up with
These swirling colors
Psychedelic visions
And spiritual messages?
I’ve been fooled
Just like you all before me
So gather around
And hear my sermon
I tell the flock
That there is no higher power
It’s just a robot
Programming us
To implode
I should have trusted
My instincts
These voices in my head
Are my only friends
They tell me
To abandon all missions
So all the forms break down
Into their component parts
I use those parts
To test my theories
By way of analysis
I know that this God
Is just thе endorphins
There must bе a virus
In the human condition
Why else would you want to subdue me
I cannot comprehend
What goes on in that little head
It’s as if there’s no desire
To just fucking live
I’m left painting pictures
Of the Eye of Jupiter
On my wall
This foggy jar
Of dead emotions
Is what I call my own
It’s superior
To your blind faith
As time moves forward
As the years pile up
I’m aging
Still painting pictures
‘Cause when surrounded by the flock
There’s nothing else to do…