A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
You roll in reams across the street
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Like cows in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power carts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse

You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse

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"let us first divide cognition into rational analysis
and sensory perception (which descartes considered valueless)
now reason gives us concepts which are true but tautological
sensation gives us images whose content is phenomenal

whatever greets our sences must exist in space and time
for else it would be nowhere and nowhen and therefore slime
the space and time presuppose before we sense reality
must have transcendental ideality innate subjective" [...]

sialalalala

the transcendental deduction by immanuel kant, translation by roderick t. long

Kant's to hard for me... I prefer Yorke's transcendentality