strings of the universe

the background noise of all the scissors cutting it up
the overwhelming travelling lights
the big balls of sun bathing us in blindness

no one saw the dismantling of space

now there are only big clusters of stars
roaming endlessly
now there are only fast beams of light
travelling ceaselessly

from one nowhere to another

the soft background noise of the knives cutting it open
the overwhelmingly fleeting lights
the big balls of sun bathing us in blindness

no one saw the breaking of space

now planets influence no more
constellations don't guide anymore
there is nothing to be appreciated, there is no design

everything has been reduced to small pieces
that fate has blown and scattered
everything is broken and shattered

no one saw the dismantling of space

and now we see it for what it really is
these new arrangements and the revelations it brings
the universe reduced to a bunch of colored strings

and they're being cut one by one

but no one cares about the breaking of space
no one will ever care
it's their flat regular stare
to everyone things remain the same

but to me it's a hard feeling to tame
now i look up and i don't even know my name
and worst of all, i have no one else to blame

no one saw the dismantling of space
but me