Poor kitty got run the fuck over
now it's dead
and the man of science speculates
the possiblity of superposition
The chance of possibility
that kitty isn't fucking dead
but alive in a paradigm
a parodox reality, at the same time
I ride the phantasmic flesh
the one that holds no boundries
I tempt the fates
to show the truth as it unfolds
In instance one the car ran out of gas
and instead the driver got shot in a robbery
In instance two kitty was getting some "kitty"
and instead got some kitty aids
and died 4 years later (hahaha)
I ride the phantasmic flesh
the one that holds no boundries
I tempt the fates
to show the truth as it unfolds
For in the phantasmic flesh
possibility equals inevitable
all things shall pass
suffering by design
The flesh is not to be replaced
It is the essence of existance
The fool asks what if back then
as though the change could bring hope
So the cat will be dead in every possibility
And in the calculating man of science dies
Hit in the tempal by his pms'ing wife, sick of his shit
"It's just a fucking cat, goddamnit get another motherfucker"
So now man of science can calculate his own chance of alternate survival
I ride the phantasmic flesh
the one that holds no boundries
I tempt the fates
to show the truth as it unfolds
For in the phantasmic flesh
possibility equals inevitable
all things shall pass
suffering by design