[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]

There is no language in our minds,

That doesn't split thing to black and white.

It's not designed to be something unique -

It's only mess of random, easy things.

Whatever you will try to understand,

Your logic falls to black and white.

[Pre-chorus]

We speak in shapes that don't align.

Symbols fail us every time.

Truth gets buried in the sound,

Lost before it's ever found.

[Chorus]

It's false connection... of our words.

It's false connection... of our worlds.

It's false dichotomy in the design,

Messed-up abstract levels of all kinds.

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]

There is no meaning of all these words,

They're too abstract and hide reality's hopes.

It's not designed to be hierarchically split-

It's only mess of different levels things.

Whatever you will try to understand,

Your logic falls into abstract sand.

[Pre-chorus]

We speak in shapes that don't align.

Symbols fail us every time.

Truth gets buried in the sound,

Lost before it's ever found.

[Chorus]

It's false connection... of our words.

It's false connection... of our worlds.

It's false dichotomy in the design,

Messed-up abstract levels of all kinds.

[Solo]

[Chorus]

It's false connection... of our words.

It's false connection... of our worlds.

It's false dichotomy in the design,

Messed-up abstract levels of all kinds.

[Instrumental break]

[Outro]