I've been feeling scrambled Tied up in them brambles Trying to get a handle Trying to find a chance, oh But every time I start To get one side in order The others fall apart, yeah One after another I think I'm a Rubik's cube I've been playing whack-a-mole Way too many fragments to Ever keep track of them all Trying to make improvements, but Damn it dude, I lack control They say that I'm a human But I feel more like an animal Do you know what it's like? A daily tug of war When you're not one inside You're eight or two or four You try to unify You know you want to soar Up into the sky What do you struggle for? I've been feeling scrambled Tied up in them brambles Trying to get a handle Trying to find a chance, oh But every time I start To get one side in order The others fall apart, yeah One after another These different faces of yourself Defragmentation, mental health Elucidate your bigger goals Consolidate the little cells Connect the dots into a line Transcendent thoughts, the stars align All this was not coincidence There is a larger picture in Every little accident Every memory within All of time is by design The mind is guided by divine Feels like it's all just a waste of time But hey, I promise you'll make it right Keep being honest and change, refine All of a sudden, one day, you'll find

One foot in hell, one side in heaven Under that spell is how I've been living Praying for help as I fight the devil Escaping the cell, a lifelong endeavor Digging my spoon down into the concrete Chipping my tooth as I chew the hard steel Give me the truth, don't hide it cause I see I see right through, I'll fight til my heart sleeps It's the morning and I'm feeling weak Let me snore, let me go back to sleep It was so warm underneath the sheets I need some more time in bed, please Can't the war just give me a week To restore myself and find some peace It's the morning and I'm feeling weak But it's so warm underneath the sheets I have to get up, I need to eat I gotta support my family I have to get on my feet each week Don't matter how badly I feel so weak I have to get up, I need to eat I gotta support my family I have to get on my feet each week Don't matter how battered and beaten I feel One foot in hell, one side in heaven Under that spell is how I've been living Praying for help as I fight the devil Escaping the cell, a lifelong endeavor Digging my spoon down into the concrete Chipping my tooth as I chew the hard steel Give me the truth, don't hide it cause I see I see right through, I'll fight til my heart sleeps So am I depressed cause work's too fast? Or am I burnt out cause I'm depressed And I'm hiding it, and I'm fighting it And I'm trying to trick myself to think That I'm liking it, I'm a happy man When I haven't been, I feel trapped again Thinking I just wist I could laugh again Lately I've been sick, fuck it, I admit My free time is spent getting high frequent Just prior to bed, to rewire my head Only trying to prevent laying wide awake Cause at night I'm hit, mental fires lit Need to write some shit, maybe cry a bit I can't lie, I'm empty inside and it's Saying hi old friend, it's our time again When the pipe is lit it's all right tonight Stop rushing me, you're crushing me Slow down, okay? I'm done with speed From now I move at my own pace Don't have to prove nothing to thee It's not a competition to be The fastest, hardest worker bee To be honest, I'm sick of making honey I've had enough of this, give me my money It's been hard to keep my head up I've worked hard to get ahead, but Seems the world demands I give it Even more than I can handle I've been dark and pessimistic These things aren't what I intended I'm just hurt and I can't stand to Feel the surfacing emotions When they rear their ugly head up And I feel like they won't let up Am I cleaning out my shadow? Or just spinning in a cycle? Do I purge or simply wallow? Have I learned to let it all go? Is it working? I do not know I've been full and I've been hollow I have seen God, the devil I know him They're pulling on my arms til my chest rips open Exposing my heart to the crowd in these poems Tearing me apart in every direction Will I end up so broken that darkness takes over? I have seen that happen, don't want this weight no more How long can my hope keep my feet moving forward? How long until I choke on my tears and keel over? Emotional breakdowns, one after another Suppose I've repressed them and now they're at my door Didn't know I was stressing myself out this hard I don't want to stay down, just keep moving forward I have seen God, the devil I know him They're pulling on my arms til my chest rips open Exposing my heart to the world in these poems Tearing me apart in every direction One foot in hell, one side in heaven Under that spell is how I've been living Praying for help as I fight the devil Escaping the cell, a lifelong endeavor Digging my spoon down into the concrete Chipping my tooth as I chew the hard steel Give me the truth, don't hide it cause I see I see right through, I'll fight til my heart sleeps I'll fight til my heart sleeps When you are reborn You're going to mourn The parts of you that died The days not enjoyed The beauty that you missed The struggles that you lived When you are reborn Just know that you'll mourn

If you still think I'm sane in the mind Regardless how you say that's defined Just wait til I explain who am I I'll tell you what's been strange in my life My memories begin for me at what I think is two or three I spent those years innocently, came up okay, not perfectly I sensed a fear inside so deep, made of an array of certain themes My smallness, insecurity, afraid of people hurting me Self consciousness, anxiety, afraid of people judging me Does someone disapprove of me? And is there something wrong with me? The nature of the mind you see, these feelings repeat endlessly The danger of our kind, hear me, we believe everything we think The razor's edge is fine, two sides, perception changes everything Creator of the lies, do you buy it? The truth ain't always what it seems The nature of the mind, you see, these feelings take recurring themes The danger of our kind, hear me, don't believe everything you think The razor's edge is fine, two sides, discernment changes everything Creator of our lives, who decides? It's up to us how we perceive But before I get overly sidetracked Let's explore some more of my past Skip the chorus, turn and slide back And I'll pour us words of tight rap I wasn't born into a blind path I can't ignore the other side, it's fact I must explore the shadows I cast Scared of the dark? Avert your eyes, fast So socially, through verses, we've exposed my nervous tendencies Although I speak with purpose, these words show I've learned some bravery Cause growing up was turbulent inside my psychic mental space Exposing what the surface has to hide behind the veil we see I know that there is more to the world than matter, there is energy We're souls before we're robots and consciousness is everything But now let's keep it focused, It's about to turn more interesting We're only getting started, take some notes, observe insanity Imagine please, in bed you sink, you feel your body vibrating Your astral leaves and then you think "and here we go again, oh jeez" This happens with ease, regularly, cause sleep is conscious, frightening You have to see the monster beings, you fear the darkness night time brings Imagine please, you're only three, you speak of this to nobody You watch TV and when you see a little kid have creepy dreams They yell and scream for their mommy who doesn't listen or believe They tell them that it isn't real, no demons here, go back to sleep Back to sleep, back to sleep, back to sleep There are men in the closet, they come back at night There's no skin, they wear cloth, it's all black, no white You know when that doorknob starts to rattle from behind It's those men, your heart stops, they will drag you out of sight They have no faces, they are pointy like a plague doctor mask You are not safe; they come to toy with you while your parents are at rest You're so afraid that you must join them, scared to sleep in your own bed It doesn't change, you can't avoid this, they can sneak past mom and dad There's more to say though, there are lots of other creatures in this house A door upstairs holds in the closet feathered people with beaked mouths And lord I swear once on the back porch I saw an evil bipedal cow It stood and stared from behind the glass door, it forever freaked me out I could go on, I am half done, but I got the gist across Another song will add on, for now I'll cap this subject off Follow along knowing I promised this will wrap back to the top It may seem long but the train of thought flows faster than you'd walk

They said that I was insane There's devils all in my brain They told me I wasn't safe Then threw me into this cage They beat me like it's a game They treat me like I need tamed I thought that I was in pain Before they took me away If only you could hear the screams Your soul would go to any means To show the world what you have seen It's over now but still they ring Ringing down the hallway Singing loudly all day No matter how hard you pray They want us out of the way First they cried in my head Now I'm tied to this bed Everybody is haunted Screaming that we're all dead If only you could hear the screams Your soul would go to any means To show the world what you have seen It's over now but still they ring I never meant to hurt nobody Devil's minion is what they call me Innocent get labeled guilty Mental sickness, evil, filthy They don't help us, they won't kill us They just tell us pray forgiveness All I did was beg assistance Don't tell them your head is different I need help but they won't listen I see angels, I hear demons I meet people who aren't living I'm not able to relieve it They aren't able to believe it They're unable to perceive it "Simply fables; you need Jesus" I have faith though, I truly mean it Be thankful you don't hear the screams Of patients who just needed peace The pain is real, they hate our breed We came to heal, they make us weak If only you could hear the laughter If only you could hear the laughter

Run away and off I go To lose my self on gravel roads This could all be just a memory As my life fades, reliving everything And the perspectives I choose Shape my life manifesting Can't believe there's no use Never letting go of my dreams Always lost deep in my head Weight of pieces half dead Try to be patient with myself If it's effective, I can't tell Fragmented psyche like a maze Erratic energy making waves Moving in and out of phase With the passing of the days And when I look deep inside Superposition of black and white Living in an eternal fight And this is what I call clouded light Always feel so out of place Don't want life to be a race What do I do? What do I say? Tired of seeing my own face This can't be right Buried, distorted, elusive is the essence When the fog that hinders brings slow evanescence Where light once burned, now just a hazy grey Growing dimmer and dimmer every day We try to retrace our steps to no avail To find the peace and health that once prevailed We cling to the sand slipping through our hands But it will never reclaim its form again We try to solve it with hollow lights Gilded bright but hiding no life inside No cure will be found in the world outside But we'll do anything to avoid facing the mind It's hard to see the light when it's left you behind Its ever-changing nature left you wanting more Afraid of the unknown that always lies before you Though a new beauty surrounds, if your eyes can adjust Let go

Do you think you're human? Have you ever looked outside? Do you know where you've been? Do you remember other times? What is your identity? Is it something you can find? Are you afraid to dig too deep? Are you afraid to lose your mind? Welcome to the universe of mystery and paradox Walking forward in reverse through memories and ancient thoughts Today you're eating tater tots, tonight you're a triceratops Yesterday a feudal serf, tomorrow take an Uber to work Going about your day and then you're floating on a wave Nostalgic for a place, a different name, age, and face Sliding out of phase, intertwining all the threads Lost your place in time and now the line fades away Have you ever felt a memory? Do you know the mystic energy? Do you think the self is like a dream? Do you know the soul behind the screen? Can you see beyond the time stream? Have you ever touched eternity? Are you here to let your mind sleep? Will you germinate divine seed? If you let go of everything, what will fill the void? If ego death comes knocking, would you hear a noise? If you find out you are nothing, can there still be joy? When you expand into all that is, how deep is your voice?

The fact that I am in these shoes Implies that this is the life I chose So why would I wish it to be different When no existence is coincidental? If I live with this hate, then they win at their game When I let them give anger they take power away If I live with this hate, then they win at their game When I let them give anger they take power away Pushing up against the wall. How do you forgive the devil? I don't want to be okay with living in a world of evil I don't want to make my peace, not until the crime is over I want to see them punished. I want to watch them suffer I can't keep living with this hate; I can't let them make me angry But I can't just be okay with what happens every day Hell is not another place. Hell is right in front of your face I want it gone; it's too much pain. How can you say it's why we came? If I live with this hate, then they win at their game When I let them give anger they take power away How can I accept that we come here to experience pain? And happiness before death is not for all to attain? Was it all by design ultimately in god's perfect mind? Was it all as intended or only the meaning we give it? Maybe it just simply is until we turn it to a curse Or accept it as a lesson make it perfect in our minds Is it all up to us to perceive it as such? God forgets through us but leaves a trail of crumbs But why the pain? Did it really go wrong? Is there such thing as wrong? Is this just the curriculum? Is it all up to us to perceive it as such? Is there anything to it except the meaning we give it? Was it all as intended? Was it all in the vision? How many gods are thought forms and how many are much more? Does the devil have a soul, only here to play a role? Do they understand at all that you can't escape the rules? When their karma must unfold, will they live through every life? Is the devil you and I, and we only hurt ourselves? Could we be here to feel the beating because we're the people who did it? And deep down there is no time, and deep down our souls combine And deep down it's all a dream, swimming in infinity And right now we are divine; this is all inside god's mind If I live with this hate, then they win at their game Please god don't let me let them take my happiness away If I live with this hate, then they win at their game Please god don't let me let them take my happiness away Please god don't let me let them take my happiness away

Ripped into the grips of a vicious undertow Lost in quicksand, trapped inside a black hole When did I let all this darkness in my soul? How did this fear consume everything I know? Suffocate within, no relent, moving slow Dry as a twig, always sick, feel so low Something is amiss, something big, but unknown Blinding is the mist, feel the kiss of shadow Paralyzing tick, weight so heavy and cold Weeds are closing in on this garden overgrown Seeds of light just die as their flowers rarely grow Withering beside the door where I last saw my soul I look into the window and I see a faint glow My form reflects below but with no face to show Motionless I behold, what I see I do not know Do I recognize my shadow? Who is this silent ghost? I still remember in my code the way that life should be I still intend to heal and grow and wake the light in me And now it's time for me to know the pain I could not see It grew inside and took a toll that I could not defeat Within my mind, constricting vines that offer no relief My thoughts manipulated by the toxic poison leaves I tried and tried to be all right in spite of my disease Yet always seemed to fall behind in changing my beliefs I'm restless, infested, rejected by my skin Depression, regression, infected mind within Defenseless, dependent, now where is my next hit? Escapist and faceless; I can't confront this shit Sometimes it feels like I just cower beneath some type of higher power That pushes me until I slip and sabotage my every grip The more I try to climb the tower before it chimes my final hour I never find a steady stone that can hold my aching bones How can I keep my head up when I keep getting held down? I've been beat up and I'm fed up with beating my head on the ground I'm sick of dying but never reborn, telling myself I'll be better in the morning But I'm still so afraid of everything around, getting smaller and smaller and never make a sound Can't even smell the roses. Don't remember when I last did I can only see the darkness, even though I have so many gifts Silent scream into the wind; this is not how it ends! I know that I am heard, no matter how it works Higher self, god, angels, the universe, ancestors It's all the same in practice and it doesn't make much difference When I'm broken and I'm hurt, in return I hear the whispers And that is why you hear these words I am only the messenger My whole life I have been guided All insights I need provided Call the light; we're all invited We're all invited It blows my mind; I can't define The road ahead, it holds my hand As long as I am strong and try My boldness is rewarded with A golden light; my goals in sight The street will rise to meet my tires The cold wind bites but still I fight I know that I'm not alone tonight Cause my whole life, I have been guided All insights I need provided Call the light, we're all invited We're all invited Is this really my own power? Am I dealing with higher powers? Can I take credit for my achievements? Or did something else complete my sentence? Some will tell you that this is god Higher self is what others call it Some say it's the universe talking Or it may be ancestors calling Some insist your angels are speaking Some see it as ancient deities But they're all talking about the same thing Manifested synchronicity To what extent is this part of me? Is it within or beyond our beings? Is the line between you and me distinct? Does it disappear when you look too deep? I'm plugging in to the endless sea The consciousness of everything My core transcends all boundaries Yet I persist, so what is me? Cause my whole life, I have been guided All insights I need provided Call the light; we're all invited We're all invited

Hey Jake, it's me, that voice in your brain No, not the demon that toys with your pain I'm the part of you that remains when it's silent I do not intrude, but I'm here when you need guidance You're aware that I am with you now more than ever We're a pair, and I love to help; it's my pleasure What puzzles you still is who or what I am, but I just want you to know it's my message that matters As you've grown up, I've helped you keep sight of your path You've been shown all the pitfalls that might set you back So you know what the risks are that lead to a trap And your soul is a big one; it speaks when you rap You've been lucky enough to know your own purpose You are healthy and young, and you've shown you're so earnest You can see the beyond, and you grow when you focus As you're singing your songs, power flows through your verses Do you wonder how you intuitively knew That liquor would not be good for you? Despite the fact you have always felt like You were an alcoholic in a past life You'd rather smoke that gorilla glue The bottle could easily be your doom So when you were fiending for a bad vice You smoked some weed as a compromise And then somehow, you gained the strength To let that go and play it straight Completely sober, every day A better focused balanced brain You put the work in and healed the pain Up to the surface and evaporate Every challenge that you embrace Turns into music, amazing grace Remember back in ninth grade when You spiraled bad, your mind so anxious? But then you had a revelation You found the path to heal with patience You knew how that your head is your own You knew how to fight for control Nobody told you; you did it on your own But something spoke to you, so you were not alone You wonder how you learned the power stored in words It's like you're writing spells, a poetic sorcerer Using language to convert from our world to yours The messages you've heard, for thousands and more Your obsession will carry you through to the end The message you share of true love within The pressure to care and do not just quit You've come here to bear such beautiful gifts Remember in high school when you had that dream You turned around to find you had died in between The school bus and doors, your body on the floor Now you're nothing more than a ghost in this world You looked for your mom and spotted her in the gym And nothing was wrong; she was talking to a friend You wanted so badly to tell her you're fine Cause you didn't get a chance to say your goodbyes But she couldn't hear you and you broke down crying And she couldn't see you because you had died It changed you forever; that kept you alive You knew you could never attempt suicide No matter how bad you hurt, you will always try Hi there, it's me, the intuition in your brain I hear everything when you sit down and pray When you're asking for help, or just saying thanks But thank you for fighting to see better days Cause you are the one who must feel all the pain And you are the one who must do all the work We'll nudge you along and help show you the way So you can stay strong and keep hold of your faith Hi there, it's me, the intuition in your brain I hear everything when you sit down and pray When you're asking for help, or just saying thanks But thank you for fighting to see better days Cause you are the one who must feel all the pain And you are the one who must do all the work We'll nudge you along and help show you the way So you can stay strong and keep hold of your faith Keep hold of your faith

If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to warn you If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to inform you Back then, we were riding the buzz Back then, I didn't know who I was Head spinning with my first ever love Innocence caught us both by surprise Back then, we was running from the past Back then, we just wanted something fast Hiding from the trauma in our bags Hiking up the longest mountain path So much I should have told you beforehand So much you should have known about going in Like honestly I cannot be a busy bee socially I need to be alone in peace and quiet please, frequently Wish we had a discussion to shift our expectations And let them be adjusted to give us extra patience I want to be the one who treats you like a queen eternally But I can't seem to find the needed energy to be your king I'm not quite built for social interaction| I'm lost afloat in my imagination You call my phone for loving attention I'm all absorbed in my own creations Withdraw from the world is my direction Make songs and be heard is my obsession Give my all so performing is my profession I've forgotten the warmth of true connection I've forgotten the warmth of human connection If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to warn you If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to inform you I can't live like everybody else I can't spend time getting nowhere fast Agitation kicks in when I rest I'm impatient for a creative task I am driven like nobody else I'm committed to write; it's for my health I'm too different; sometimes I get depressed Isolated inside my focused head You might call me narcissistic I can't really argue with it I just have this art obsession I'll keep writing long as I live Always strive for transformation They might call me schizophrenic I don't have an issue with it Though I see with different lenses I don't think it's mental illness Not to dream within their limits One might say that I'm autistic That might be the right description I don't feel like ninety percent Of the people I'm immersed in All I need's my special interest I just say I'm hypersensitive That conveys my life so simply That's the base of why I'm different My mind races like I'm tripping I don't change it; I embrace it Multiple personalities? Every day a slightly different me Every week another energy I'm the best at inconsistency Many people are easily pleased Here to meet their basic needs But this, to me, is empty living I have a need for big ambition I seem to miss the trees for the forest A flood of songs come creeping through I'm always turned on to receive new tunes To the point that I'm not turned on by you My focus compounds to a feedback loop And I only want now to make dream come true Record new sounds and beats and grooves And I'm so set out to achieve my goals That it's hard to sit down and speak with you And I'm sorry that's how I tend to get Given how many hours I've been working Gotta make a choice I can't live with It's a sacrifice to make music Lose family time for creative pleasure Lose creative time for a day together Losing all my time, just to make a dime When I crave the mic to say some rhymes I must feed the beast within me I must heal the past life memories Deep within me a massive city I feel trapped within this body I can't rest with pent up energy I'm obsessed with creativity Interest missing for the only things You've been wishing you could do with me And I'm sorry If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to warn you If I had known me, I would have told you If I had only been able to inform you If I had known me, if I had warned you If you knew how crazy, would you still have chosen me?

Don Juan peered at me, as he had done the first day we met "You think about yourself too much," he said, and smiled "That gives you a strange fatigue, that makes you shut off the world around you." I'm not the me That I want to be A million miles away In another time and space I might just be mean It's not what I mean I'm lost in translation From thoughts into language I spend most of my days In and out of a state Of hypnosis my brain Opens closes the gate I often drift far away Into a hypnotic state Gazing blankly into space Staring divinity in the face Fixated on this language like Castaneda Attempting impossible descriptions The shifting emotions I'm fascinated To write about that which cannot be written The insane inner change of transformation Alchemical process I live in I drift in the ocean, no raft, no island Just dust in the wind at the mercy of infinity If I could share the way I feel behind my blank and vacant stare Then maybe they would taste the rain that words can paint, they fail to portray it I've been trying to find a way to say this, explain why I suck at communication Always kinda overstimulated I say that mentally I'm a little spacey Like a slice of my mind is confined behind bars And that's why I've been writing and hiding behind bars When I type I have time to organize my mind But when I speak I feel like I'm as bright as age five And I can't lie; I'm utterly tired That's the only way I can start to describe The state of fatigue ruling over my mind A tyrannical king; you don't know what it's like I really don't want to talk in my day to day life Give me a show on the weekend, a stage with a mic And for the next six days, let me stay away and write I'd like to rest in my cave where it's dark and it's quiet Cause when I open my eyes, it's way too bright And the sound in my ears sets my brain on fire Sensitivity is my enemy in this demanding society As my energy nears infinity I'm expanding inside This intensity gets the best of me in these manic nights My propensity for insanity at its all time high Creativity got a hand in me, have I lost my mind? Puppet on a string, thoughts come in a stream and I just want to scream, letting out the steam From my pot of tea, boiling fervently, pressure burning me from my inner being Slowly turning me into a better me oh so painfully, I just want to sleep Please give me relief; that is all I need before the flaming heat puts an end to me When can I just be at peace? I believe that what has been coming into me is the energy of divinity And the intensity I'm experiencing is the difficulty of my human being Physically mentally slowly adapting to the teeny tiny drops that I receive Of complete purity burning everything that isn't really me and it's killing me Here to plant the seed of a newer me, with the ink I bleed I write my eulogy Transformation leading to a mountain peak with a view so deep that the truth I've seen Has burned its colors into my eyelids forever; open or closed, I see the horizon I never Could have composed, imagination not clever enough on my own to ever create what's ahead of My soul I surrender to my creator The path continues And there is nothing greater I thank god for my intuition It pays off when you sit and listen So stay strong in your busy living The days to come will be hitting different Pray for help when you're in a pickle And I'm not talking about religion There's phenomena just beyond our vision And they want us all to become awakened Looking for the me That I want to be How many miles away To find that time and space Sometimes I might be mean That isn't really me I'm lost in translation From thoughts into language I spend most of my days In and out of a state Of hypnosis my brain Opens closes the gate I often drift far away Into a hypnotic state Gazing blankly into space Staring divinity in the face

Yet another election Is there hope left for the system? For once I'm interested Because things are looking different But a part of me is convinced that We are all too deep in this shit And it will fall to its knees eventually And we will crawl back a couple centuries Because the popular powers at the top of the tower Will never topple the tower, or they would all be devoured Because these problems are ours and we could solve them in hours If we would stop with the fighting and evolve a bit higher If we could talk to each other instead of arguing over Who's left and who's right, who's black and who's white If we drop those attachments down along with our weapons We would welcome the light and finally open our eyes Look up, see where we are. Could it be more bizarre? As we're spinning through the dark in a miracle of art Such an intricate design, nearly infinite in size But this planet is an ark. There is nowhere else to park Now look down at your hands. We are animated sand Built out of the land. Think about it, I demand That you contemplate the spectrum from the quantum to the atom From the compound to the protein to the structure of your coding Made of adenine and guanine and the cytosine and thymine In a ladder wrapped up tightly; just an accident or divine seed? Jam packet into a chromosome inside a cell that it calls home Multiplied by thirty trillion, that's right, I'll say that again With a T, thirty trillion, and that's how you build a human With such a complex system we just cannot make sense of A thousand different levels, atomic, chemical, cellular Blood, tissues, and organs, nervous system, hormones A skeleton of hard bones, and muscle, skin, and cartilage And keratin, hair follicles, not to mention microbiomes Electric signals trigger cardiac impulse delivered And a massive flesh computer we can't reverse engineer Physical, emotional, mental, psychological Energetic and spiritual, electrical and chemical Nutrition, genetics, existence, connection Division, creation, age and expiration Now triple that figure of cells, thirty trillion You are a planet for bacteria, that's one hundred trillion And the flora and the fauna, far too many to discover And we all consume each other, never-ending fractal cycles The design is divine; it's a sign in my mind What a sight for the eyes! To be alive is a prize We can't hide from the light; we can lie and we can fight But even that is by design to teach us lessons wrong and right So with all that in mind, when you look at my eyes Do you want me to die? Do you identify? We are all the same light of consciousness alive Taking this body for a ride, only wanting to feel all right Yet we're living in the remnants of a false god's influence Who talked to different nations and created these religions And pitted them all against; can't get along like this And the real god was hidden, and we've been lost ever since This song is my attempt to show you where I've been In psychedelic trips of cosmic consciousness Experience compassion, go deep within and tap in You'll see through all perspectives, you'll feel your body different You'll breathe the water and live, and see the blood in your skin You'll feel your past lives within, you'll see god in heaven You'll even see god in hell, and then you'll shake off the spell We all grow stronger still; this planet is a cosmic school

Could it be that thereafter Nietzsche lived in a state of divine mania Which was mistakenly interpreted by doctors As indicative of a degenerating madness? As the historian Yulia Ustinova explains in her book on Divine Mania The reluctance to acknowledge that Being in a non-ordinary state of consciousness Is not synonymous to being mad Is characteristic of our culture Which tends to medicalize the nonconformities Especially behavioral deviance In historical and cultural situations Different from the modern western norm, People take for granted that a person May be out of his or her mind, but not crazy For instance, in the traditional Inuit society A shaman while healing is not deemed mad In our society, the idea that Deviation from the normal state of consciousness May be beneficial is still considered by many Extravagant, if not preposterous Everything is one thing You don't know what you don't know We accept the truth you refuse to see So tightly tied your identity inside A world of lies, a broken mind Living in a state of conflict mistaken Blindfolded powers in their darkness complacent Vision gets painted as a hallucination Eyes closing wider under tox-medication We can meet god when pushed beyond breaking They write it off as just gone insane, and Colors don't exist because they see only grey Control the consensus and keep us all away From direct experience, divinity in the face Replaced by a fist and the pills they innovate You're spiritually awake? These will take it all away We can certainly erase that illness from your brain You don't know what you don't know We accept the truth you refuse to see So tightly tied your identity inside A world of lies, a broken mind "You don't know what you don't know" What I tell them, what they tell me Can't we reconcile spirit with science And recognize they're the same damn thing? Look back in time at the swing of the pendulum The church fought science, went too deep with religion They'd kill you for implying that we orbit the freaking sun And they made it look like god opposes material And then science took hold with an equal ego They'd been stifled and so they said "what the hell do you know?" They abandoned everything that cannot be proven And were happy to believe it is all an illusion Dogma creeping in; we repeat and we reflect Logic for the win; it's the peak of intellect All these old white men, they need to be correct Putting to an end old beliefs they laid to rest Faith begins again as they worship holy text Questions are a sin; facts are proven with a test Even when consensus is proven incorrect Many will not admit it for political interest Slowly we see change with the years that come to pass Science will embrace what we feel inside the chest Reject no more the weight of subjective evidence So let's investigate without bias to prevent Objectively exploring every "do not enter" sign Accepting that there's more outside than what just meets the eye We're going to discover that the mystics have been right Everything is love and there is life beyond life You don't know what you don't know We accept the truth you refuse to see So tightly tied your identity inside A world of lies, a broken mind "You don't know what you don't know" What I tell them, what they tell me Can't we reconcile spirit with science And recognize they're the same damn thing? You don't know what you don't know We accept the truth you refuse to see So tightly tied your identity inside A world of lies, a broken mind "You don't know what you don't know" What I tell them, what they tell me Can't we reconcile spirit with science And recognize they're the same damn thing? First doctor to discover that washing his hands first Stopped a lot of mothers from dying of childbirth He was mocked and lost his mind, drinking with a bad thirst He got locked up and he died in the loony bin, of course He did not get recognized until it was much too late He was beaten and he died of sepsis in two weeks The same infection he tried to prevent became his fate Because they did not know why washing hands could change a thing This was back before bacteria had been observed The idea of a force that can't be seen was thought absurd Today the situation is the same old conversation If you cannot measure a spirit or an angel or a demon Then it must not exist. Where is the openness? Egoic bias based in historic superstition Automatic rejection without honest investigation Of millions of experiences has burned away the bridge Think about that man who said just wash your hands Such a similar fate to those burned at the stake Ostracized and crucified for speaking truth they viewed as lies Departing from the story line that his institution liked When science and religion get taken to extremes They mirror each other; it's a prison of beliefs Of a heavenly father that they've never even seen Or reduce it all to matter because what else could there be? What I've been trying to tell you is that we can all meet god Don't think I'm taking favor with religion cause I'm not I agree and disagree with science just as much As I agree and disagree with a bible or a book We're going to discover that the mystics have been right Everything is love and there is life beyond life Everything is science, different frequencies of light And everything is spirit too; there needn't be a fight Another attempt to articulate telepathic mushroom lessons This is an abstract insight I had last fall Sitting on that hill down the road from the church Everything is the same thing Science and spirituality aren't opposites Not even two sides of a coin They're a continuum. Spirit creates and feeds matter There is a mechanism and a mathematical reflection for everything For thousands of years, the two hemispheres of our brains Have been programmed against each other But they can actually work together And that's where deeper levels of truth, power, and divine connection start to appear Everything is one thing We are god and god is us And the two make one And the one makes two The multiverse is the body of god Our universe is a quark and every quark is a universe And there is no end and no beginning And no limit to the dimensions of existence And the infinite imagination of the endless The creator and the created are both separate and identical at the same time Everything is one thing