In the midst of a freak out worldwide
Peaked out my third eye
Then hid back down inside
Let me off this ride
A spiritual gauntlet
I'm feeling like an omelette fried
They're telling me it's all in my mind
No It's all in the soul
Feets don't fail me, walking in the snow
Walking in the rain
Am I only here to talk and entertain?
And learn that all consciousness is pain?
The pleasure an escape
A measure of the sever, of the break
Of the memory from whence you came
Tried to change the conversation but it went the same
Complications of a nation that had gone insane
I said to let me off this train
But I'm here
Though I'm not of here
And everything’s not what it appears
But the why is unclear
Daughter, wife, son, mirrors
Wipe the scum to gear up
Fight your number one fear
One beer, two tokes for the stage show
The questions are age old
The messengers stay draped in gold
They don't know
They were not made in Plato's mold
Got you to play cards they won't hold
Got you to say yolo
While their plates so swole
Might drop you a day old roll
Feeling like an eighth of an eighth of a whole
Smoke an eighth of an o
Just to stay in control
My soul!
Maestro play the track
My goal take it back
To before I could act
Like I was something more than I am
When the fact is I am even more than that
I am that which is all that has ever happened
Has been imagined
Handling straps, you should handle your baggage
The trap is believing this matters
I see it as classes
"We talkin' bout practice"
Stay woke
Stop looking for scapegoats
And praying for bank notes
They're great till the bank closes
They say to focus
In this age of unnoticed changes
The motivation strange
Serotonin of notifications
Noses and faces
Scrolling away through the notable places
Nowhere is sacred
call me old or a soul that's awakened
I see the holes in the matrix
Its only knowing the basics
I'm still exposing the layers
A minister on the dais
Administering the prayers
Skins and shirts for the players
Registers and conveyer belts
We may as well pay as they weigh ourselves
I'm painting my jail cell
It's fatal if it's blank or it's painted well
The pain ain't with till the pain is felt
You take it in vein so the brain'll melt
To taste a small escape from the game
Congratulations, you played yourself
Expanding the frame
Cuz The same imagination won't take the belt
I'm raising hell
Till there's heaven on earth