Consciousness depends upon the past and present intertwining
Synapses connecting what has been with what is and will be
But in me there's something missing, secrets hidden in between
Ruining the fantasy that all these fragments add up to a picture of me
But I'm not in the mood to fight it--I'll let it take over me
Just to see where it may lead me, I'll fall back into the arms of
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I wanted a map of my life, drawn in lines as clear as day
I had faith that science would explain how I turned into who I am
But how can I have confidence when every clue leads me astray?
I wanted an explanation, instead I've found endless tangents lead me back to
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