The Egg Testo

I can't see the object
I see only a reflection
So that everything is backwards

How could I explain it
When I don't know what I'm saying
And the words amount to nothing?

I know that time doesn't matter
So what if the end is near? It ends when it's begun

Why should we be jealous?
How could anyone believe
That we're measured by a dollar?

One hand cuts the other
And believes it won the battle
But they're both of the same body

I know that time doesn't matter
Not to much retracting but
Expanding in reverse