Strung Out

you can't make me see what you think i should know
you dont understand where im coming from
we're passing through worlds no perception in time
im not the same as when i began
show me dont tell me whats
going on inside your little world
you should have never landed on the moon
you heard we never reached the sky
then shed some light i'll lend a patient ear
dont let me down i gotta know
if something good could grow out on this rock
save me one more
and i'll be free from the i think it ought to be
babble on
could i be wrong
a silhouette of you and me
just negetive space and time
just reference to a simpler history