They say they know everything.
As if the world is in their control.
The know my secrets.
The know my past.
They say they know everything.
But in reality they don't.
They only know what they have made themselves believe.
A total different dimension of what things actually look like, sound like, feel like.
They say the know everything.
They don't know what a sunrise look's like on a summer day.
Or what rainstorms smell like after it has passed.
They say they know everything.
They don't know anything.
