Poor kitty got run the fuck over now it's dead and the man of science speculates the possiblity of superposition The chance of possibility that kitty isn't fucking dead but alive in a paradigm a parodox reality, at the same time I ride the phantasmic flesh the one that holds no boundries I tempt the fates to show the truth as it unfolds In instance one the car ran out of gas and instead the driver got shot in a robbery In instance two kitty was getting some "kitty" and instead got some kitty aids and died 4 years later (hahaha) I ride the phantasmic flesh the one that holds no boundries I tempt the fates to show the truth as it unfolds For in the phantasmic flesh possibility equals inevitable all things shall pass suffering by design The flesh is not to be replaced It is the essence of existance The fool asks what if back then as though the change could bring hope So the cat will be dead in every possibility And in the calculating man of science dies Hit in the tempal by his pms'ing wife, sick of his shit "It's just a fucking cat, goddamnit get another motherfucker" So now man of science can calculate his own chance of alternate survival I ride the phantasmic flesh the one that holds no boundries I tempt the fates to show the truth as it unfolds For in the phantasmic flesh possibility equals inevitable all things shall pass suffering by design