He didn't set up the rhyme with meaningless words As you predicted, or a**umed Everything was calculated Every words had purpose Just not always on the surface But you couldn't look below Life is fast when you're shallow But for some of us it moves too slow He has entire conversations with many different people But they never leave his paper There are books of lost intentions And premeditated action A prediction for your equal and opposite How accurate How frightening How frightening Though the rhyme was not set up And the words fell on your surface The painting was so perfect And now everybody knows So shallow So far below And everybody knows