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We are the canvas
We are the artwork
When we look at in the broader scheme of things
When we realize that we are not our bodies
The building in front of you is
Nothing more than energy, just slowed down
When we also realize that we are not seeing everything
As it is
Nothing is what it seems at all
A lot of the times this is liberating
We've got a lobby waiting for you.
Scheming, streaming! What do we do?
Who's the imposter? Maybe its YOU.
What did you see when the body was found?
Toast acting sus with no one around.
I was in coms, I was with AOC.
Oh, don't you dare marinate me!
I don't like the sound of that.
Scheming, streaming! Time to Eject,
Unanimous vote: Dr. Dis-
Reeeee-
Spect!