Recursed Images Lyrics

Your mind's recursion slowly winds

And coils up somewhere logic goes to die

And I'm not saying I'm judging you

But I see those spiral eyes

And I'm not saying I'm watching you

But someone always is

And that's called justice

The things we say don't match what we do

We only keep this up while in public view

Buried in these misconceptions, so many

Buried in your misdirections, so many

Bodies

The things we say don't match what we know

To go forth and multiply lie won't make it so