How strange to be a stranger in a familiar world
Even when unfamiliar people try to make you at home
The longings for the inner and outer to match
Bubble up as heartbreak and creative insanity
I’m just a doll
A makeup painted, hair done-up doll
Who looks stunning and vague to everyone
Just a play thing
Going through the motions
I have no feelings
But I am felt anyway
Children are so strange
I am not one of them
Never was, I am only smoke and mist
Only smoke and mist in an unsuspecting reality
But my god loves me all the same
Natural selection and progression the reason I am this way
I must keep pushing through the infected virtual reality
and trek up ahead
Is there love in me?
Is there joy?
Is there rage inside?
Is there sadness and pain?
As a xenos in this world I am oblivious
My emotions are programmed a different way
Why am I here? What’s the meaning of quantum incarnation?
When will the day come when I am what I already became
In another setting of sunshine?
I open mouldy books
Find pleasure in artificial touch
And glutton in illusionary ice cream
Just to remind myself to believe in me
A wanderer, explorer, first man on Mars
The truth is everyone else is the same
Boring and plain, and dull and lame
They aren’t to blame
Mother earth takes prisoners of us all