How are we ever supposed to get better,
All things shining, just breaking and dying?
What of expansion, of holding together?
We stay roughly the size of the center.
Back then we were all nonexistent,
Just matter floating fast towards conception.
Outside with no cadence to listen,
No standard, mathematics, patterns or rhythm.
Before significance and differing opinions,
Forgiveness, awareness, callings and visions.
I can't begin to grasp it, but I feel like I want back there.
How are we ever supposed to get better,
All things shining, just breaking and dying?
What of expansion, of holding together?
We stay roughly the size of the center.
How are we ever supposed to get better?
All things shining, joy clings to dying.
All this expansion, this holding together.
We are roughly the size of the center.
Back then when you weren't just existing,
Things mattered, things beyond comprehension.
Your constant became inconsistent,
Your maker, your father, your spirit, religion.
Before enlightenment and seeing things different,
Let your shoulders down there's life in the tension.
Don't panic when it's all terrifying,
Forget the answers let's get back to the questions.
Some day when our bodies betray us,
Whatever essence makes us,
Will float out through ceiling to the void past the evening.
One day they'll stop saying your name.
You're never thought of again.
Back at the end, the beginning, not having to be anybody.
How are we ever supposed to get better?
All things shining, just breaking and dying.
How are we ever supposed to get better.
We are roughly the size of the center.
How are we ever supposed to get better.
I'm terrified we'll never get better.
I'm terrified we'll never get better.
We've gotta get better.
We've gotta get better.