I could tell you in Base64
I could tell you more and more
I could show you in Vignere
I could show you over there
I could utter it in Morse
I could utter it with force
I dream of my fairy
I dream in binary
You could tell me of your fears
You could tell me in eight years
You could show me your hiding place
You could show me your internal disgrace
You could utter it in the stars
You could utter it from afar
You dream of ruin and bone
In your dreams you are alone
Life is not a circle
But a spiral that cycles again and again
Never touching the same place
But always repeating again and again
Even though we learn our lessons, again and again
Life is not a line
But a pendulum going back and forth
Never following the same race
But always swinging back and forth
Even though we know our flaws, back and forth
Life is not a story
But a play in finite regress
Never breaking for rehearsal redress
But always performing our duress
Even as we play the part, infinite regress
I'm prophetic to the blind
I'm lost and losing my mind
You're a saint preaching to me
Your message on deaf ears, lost at sea
Your message on deaf ears, lost at sea
You're a saint preaching to me
I'm lost and losing my mind
I'm prophetic to the blind
I could tell you in Base64
I could tell you more and more
I could show you in Vignere
I could show you over there
I could utter it in Morse
I could utter it with force
I dream of my fairy
I dream in binary
You could tell me of your fears
You could tell me in eight years
You could show me your hiding place
You could show me your internal disgrace
You could utter it in the stars
You could utter it from afar
You dream of ruin and bone
In your dreams you are alone
