I'll kill everything I touch, and I will,
I turn it into something else
I'm Trismegistus, playing tricks on your system
It's some visionary fiction author of this hyperstition
It's glitching, everything you've ever known is missing
It's a symptom of your innocence, beginning to end
And, all of the dissonance you can't understand
It's a part of a harmony that's outside of your hands
Outside your perspective, connected to what you object
Your obsession with possessing everything
Is what makes you a speck
'Cause in the end it's all dust, in the end we all gotta give it up
'Cause in the end is a beginning from above
To below,
In the middle where you stuck
It never end, life's a möbius strip
So lets begin, come, open your fist
Let go of what you're holding, become whole
It's a gift, explosion start the growth how the code transmit
I kill everything I touch, and I will, I turn it into something else
Destruction is creation, creation is destruction
Destruction is creation, creation is-, creation is-
Destruction is creation, creation is destruction
Destruction is creation, creation is-, creation is-
Destruction is creation, creation is destruction
Destruction is creation, creation is-, creation is-
Destruction is creation, creation is destruction
Destruction is creation, creation is-, creation is-