what who and I'm through through and through

Education is the worst thing anyone can do

knowing is losing all grasp of what is fake and what is true

The floor is just atoms bonded like everything I know

it is the same with everything else everywhere I go

I want to hold on tight to the religion in my heart

but education reached right in and tore that love apart

The world has become one ugly question in my mind

rather than marvel in the beauty I count the single sands of time

If I die tomorrow will the world remain in tact

Is this all just a figment of a mind that has cracked?