Rock out to the music

Rock out to the music
only heard in my ears
which don’t hear anything at all

so this ripping beat
this sweet singing
must not really be
Just because only in my mind
don’t mean it ain’t real

the tree falls in the woods
it makes a sound
whether you hear it or not

Sad to tell you, earthlings
you are not required for existance
whether you’re here or not
life goes on and on and on and on

Your God, your money, your love, your hate
they’re meaningless in the natural state

When the tree falls always a sound is made
your receiption is not necessary
The sun rises and sets every day
being seen has no bearing

The heat of day still burns
the cold of the night still chills
the plants will always still grow
the wolf will always still howls
the bear will always still growl

without you there to see, to hear
to feel, to fear, to love it dear

Your Gods, your money, your love, your hate
your envy, your smell, your touch, your distaste
they’re meaningless in the natural state

So I rock out to the music
if only in my ears
it’s as real as
anything else you hear like
the ripping and rendering
of planetary sheer

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