The Universe

In this universe
 We process time linearly forward
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 But outside of our spacetime
 From what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective
 Time wouldn't exist
 And from that vantage, could we attain it
 We'd see
 Our spacetime would look flattened
 Like a single sculpture
 With matter in a superposition of every place it ever occupied
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 In this universe
 We process time linearly forward
 But outside of our spacetime
 From what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective
 Time wouldn't exist
 Me
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 Me, me, me, me, I, I
 I'm so fucking important
 I'm so fucking important, right?
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 See, we all got what I call a life trap
 This gene-deep certainty that things will be different
 That you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the
 Friends for the rest of your life, that you'll
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 See, we all got what I call a life trap
 This gene-deep certainty that things will be different
 That you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the
 Friends for the rest of your life
 That you'll fall in love and be fulfilled
 Fucking fulfillment and closure, whatever the fuck those two
 Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm
 And nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end
 And closure, no, no, no, nothing is ever over
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 The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel
 That's what the preacher sells
 See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion
 And he tells you it's a fucking virtue, I was about to be hanged doing that
 There's such a desperate sense of entitlement in it
 Surely this is all for me
 Me
 Me, me, me, me, I, I
 I'm so fucking important
 I'm so fucking important, right?