How Complex Wool Socks Can Be

What I can't wrap my head around 
Is what I can not fret over
I still see through you shallow people
And being so adept and intrinsic 
In seeing, I am not being
I'm not here you are
You are not there I am
Oh the master plan
Sent from the motherboard
Aboard the mothership
I've already explored those other crypts
And have read their form of mind in their formless time
Retract these ill-wills and hatreds
Feel these still chills and make it
What it never was like a point without any fuzz
So cause the logic to implode
Instead of import I export to explode
I wish I never wore wool socks today