You think you see through me, do you?
Well, you don't
I see through you
There is no such thing as spirit
We are made of matter and nothing more
Tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe
You think you see through me, do you?
Well, you don't
I see through you
You think you see through me, do you?
I see through you
Tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe