Ophelia Dies - Neverending Story lyrics

[Verse 1] A priest once told me that dogs don't go to Heaven That's when I knew his views were flatter than bread, unleavened Anyone who believes in literal Hell is full of sh** like seven hundred dirty diapers or an L Ron Hubbard emulator Hell is a metaphor for what happens when you repress your nature I think I'm part vapor, part Will Yeats, part Super Saiyan Part linguistic matrix, part ape, and part imagination [Hook] With this Macbook prosthetic I feel like a cyborg Yet this neverending story seems magical I'm Falcor [Verse 2] I ponder the intergalactic and induce an anaphylactic Shock stare into the heavens and feel like man is so average But Tat Tvam Asi guess we're like Matterhorn ma**ive The atoms that map us are those of mantis and mammoth But we immortalize experience with cameras and Sandisks Seems like we've become demigods via mechanical tactics But how many of us feel something lonely and hollow? Maybe there's more to this than reformatting the matter I invest in animal backflips and sorta fanatical laughter Might be searching for an Atlantis that long ago was subtracted [Verse 3] A rapturous communion or contentment with the inner Obsidian midnight guess I'm fumbling for a matchstick Imaginary lines between Jews m**ms and Baptists Catalyze violent loathing, zoinks, misguided madness Until I am cadaver think I'll nibble on a different plum, navi- Gate caverns and labyrinths with pacifistic relaxedness Call me sacreligious but I'd like to move beyond labels Not Catholic or American, just a being who wants a sandwich sh** I think my politics are too organic to understand em Like animagus Victor Vasquez shape-shifting into a rabbit Possibly a tragic Aladdin sabotaging the cra** glitz Or an abstract abracadabra with h*mophones and contractions But maybe an ant in amber in a paradoxical pageant Wondering if these gadgets have made us all bat sh** [Hook] With this Macbook prosthetic I feel like a cyborg Yet this neverending story seems magical I'm Falcor