Focus on the feeling, pin point precision, soothing tender nerves create an ultimate division
An esoteric form of information feeding into your inner circle
When you think you are worthless, redefine what's truly worth your need to breathe and function
And to find a meaning in limitation, towards a sight of deviation
We are cages and these cages don't even know what they've been made to hold
Contemplation is the reason for our being, confirmation in fractal sight
Colours effervescent too bright, inching closer and closer towards the other side
We're all trapped in this spike of light
Together we could be the force that makes everything stand still
We are infinitesimal!
Vast and unseen by our eyes, without reason, telling putrid lies
Focus on the feeling, pinpoint precision, soothing tender nerves create an ultimate division
Paradoxical space grows with every moment, are you a passenger?
Or will you change this course?
Persuasive and perfectly placed genuine reality
We're all trapped in this spike of light
Together we could be the force that makes everything stand still
We are infinitesimal!
Vast and unseen by our eyes, without reason, telling putrid lies
Concentric golden covered shapes that tile the space that I walk
Congested dreams that I reach for, when you refuse to talk