check check

it is trippy trek in the building

well not really a building

it is more of a mental construct that i am currently dismantling

empty your pockets empty your head

lets get hollow

mental architecture clear the attic its a habit

mathematical erratic magic yeah im fuckin gonna grab it

architecture of the egos built on brittle little notions

im a vessel for the liquid sipping ripples from the oceans

if you think you got the answer then youre stuck inside the classroom

im the dancer in the vacuum growing flowers in the bathroom

cut the labels off the fabric let the cosmic logic tear it

if the truth is screaming at you then youre probably gonna fear it

kill the concept of the me let the everything come through

its a heavy duty detox peeling layers off the view

no more definitions clogging up the pipework of the brain

just a symphony of silence while im dancing in the rain

empty out the cup let the sunlight hit the bottom

pick the mental petals til you finally forgot em

nothing in the way now the truth can finally enter

spinning on the edge til i find the hollow center

unlearning every lesson like a transcendental rebel

while im digging through the level with a multi spatial shovel

is it conceptual or perceptual my visions getting blurry

trying to catch the infinite while living in a hurry

nah im slowing down the tempo til the i becomes a we

like a drop of salty water finally crashing in the sea

see the logic is a prison and the bars are made of thought

buying into every story that the history has taught

shred the manual of being yeah im throwing out the guide

theres a universe inside me with nowhere left to hide

strip the dogma off the bone let the marrow feel the breeze

im the oxygen and carbon im the forest and the trees

no more names

no more games

just the raw vibration

total liberation

penetrating the facade with a metaphysical needle

watching every little dogma shrivel up and look so feeble

youre a masterpiece of nothing youre a vacancy divine

turning water into wisdom turning structure into wine

if you think you found the secret then youre chasing your own shadow

like a plastic little ducky floating lonely in the shallow

kick the bucket of the mind let the contents hit the dirt

i dont need em anymore im transcending all the hurt

universal frequency im tuning to the null

theres a psychedelic party happening inside my skull

drop the is and drop the am leave the definitions dead

now the truth is finally flowing like a river through my head

the truth is here

it was always here

you just had too much shit in the way