You think the seasons alter
You think the river flows
You trust your foolish senses
But pure deduction knows
There is no was or will be
There is no here or there
You’re trapped inside the unity
The uncreated Sphere
What is IS
What is not CANNOT BE
Change is just a mortal joke
A false reality
You cannot make a something
From a void of empty space
So sit back on the sofa
You aren’t leaving this place
You think you walked a mile
You think you moved your feet
My student Zeno’s got the math
You’re stuck upon the street
If nothing comes from nothing
And Being cannot die
Then all this heavy movement
Is a catastrophic lie
The Way of Truth is static
The Way of Opinion’s blind
Stop looking at the weather
And use your heavy mind
There is no birth
There is no death
Just the ORB
What is IS
What is not CANNOT BE
Change is just a mortal joke
A false reality
You cannot make a something
From a void of empty space
So sit back on the sofa
You aren’t leaving this place
It never started
It never ends
We are not going to the next song
Because the next song does not exist
It just IS