You are just another pile of parts

Like me, projected in reality

We live amongst each other for a while

Until we outstay this bubble

We lay contemplating all the things

Then pray for a string of better days

They fight, defending all that they believe

As if it's worth all the trouble

Billions of pieces we're all flowing from place to place

The children of the stars

Billions of faces, we try setting thе whole thing straight

Denying who we arе

You're not the sum of all your faulty parts

Trust me, among this spiral galaxy

We live in a fucked up universe

But it builds our substantiality

We can't let all of our substance go

Out the window of mentality

We'll just take our lives as they come

And we'll take them with alacrity

Billions of places we're all building them piece by piece

The children of the stars

All of our faces, we'll abstract from our own fates

Defying who we are

Billions of pieces we're all flowing from place to place

The children of the stars

Billions of faces, we try setting the whole thing straight

Denying who we are

You are just another pile of parts

Trust me, we can shape reality