So what do we do?   That's always the question   How are you doing?   What are you doing?   Stuck in the futile   linear role   It isn't hopeless      But isms are only more grandiose forms of delusion      We find addictions in soulless in dysfunction   The paths to connection are lost   Don't be fooled   I'm a happy fool   and seriously   I'm not that serious      But isms are only more grandiose forms of delusion   Your isms are only more grandiose forms of confusion   Your isms are only more grandiose forms of delusion   Your isms are only more grandiose forms of confusion      The mind has instigated evolution   Given us a face to cover up   Bone, sinew, blood vessels, tissue   lips to cover up teeth   skin to cover up muscle      We talk about getting at the truth of things   but the truth is unbearable   those that get to it are considered insane.   Maybe they're the enlightened ones.      It's just a brief little ride   thrown into this kicking and screaming life   chock full of senses and emotions   we fool ourselves into believing   we can control