Chaos is true. Pure chance as well. And I'm gonna prove it.
I live in intensity. A kind which you can't dream of. Yet to you I seem so distant and grounded.
At my weakest I may acknowledge a rival, but then thats my secret.
Escalation is me, in pain of a kind that hurts to feel.
With recursed memories leading into one another, I live in my present, which spans your lives' extent.
I can see your core, only because I've lost mine,
and take and break your quest to find yours.
And in the midst of this all, the one human part of me is what you would call cruel,
for it amuses me, and pushes me to cure that I see you as: my boredom.
How I sit on air, strolling through your worlds, in an attempt to amuse myself,
searching for that rock that resists me, a face that I wouldn't mind seeing in my mirror; and hence break it.
I wasn't always like this, I like to recall, but that is non existent now.
So smile with me, for I do exist. Either in your wildest fantasies or darkest dreams, hoping for my answer who actually makes me work.
Escalation is me, in chaos of a kind that builds and builds again.
How I test, without rest, spread out in this ordered mess, the unstoppable that is me.
This show is such a parody. I'm just different, thats all.
