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