What if you're just an empty shell?
And all your spare parts were used up by someone else.
What if there's no way to explain things like deja vu and acid rain?
What if we're all just broken shelves, full of someone else's thoughts?
What if there's nothing more to us?
We're just carbon-based.
We're just pixie dust.
What if life is a magic trick?
Some quick slight of hand just to make us think.
What if consciousness can't expand
And we fool ourselves with absurd demands?
What if there is no point at all?
We just grow up to fade away.
What if there's nothing more to me?
I'm just skin and bones.
What if there's nothing more to you?
What if there's nothing left for us?
Will anyone remember?
Does it all just simply turn to dust?
Will we be alright left alone tonight?
Will we get lost slowly drifting through these dead and lonesome heights?
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