[Verse 1]
Open your mind to the inventive inner infinite
The divine will to continue living within existence
It's in this grid we experience the illusion of distance
Concluding we're separate from everything, when there isn't a difference
Do physics define our limits, or vice versa?
Why is it we find resistance so irresistible
Listlessly twisted in blind indifference?
An instance of ignorance leads to a lifetime of persistence
Like, why is it that I require dividends to provide my a**istance?
Have I given in to the systems of pride and belligerence?
We live and die wondering if life's a coincidence
Insisting we spend it rigorously attempting to find significance
I'm skeptical of the validity of this perpetual festival of questioning everything
And so I question it
In fact, my skepticism has led me to be skeptical
Of the subject of skepticism in general
I remember yesterday I underestimated time's power
'Till I wound up living the rest of my life in about an hour
And now I'm flashing back through a loop of epiphanies
Like MC Escher's "Relativity" reflected throughout a thousand towers
The sheer amount of people sound asleep is astounding
I lost count of the times I tried to count the sheep
We're bound to these transient shells
Mistaking that which occurs within ourselves as reality
The only communication that truly exists is miscommunication
Through interpretation of the subjective speech of the human nation
Maybe if we were truly patient with each other instead of rushing
To exclaim that we understand, then the walls we built would all be duly breaking
Or maybe I too am mistaken
[Hook]
Everything is but a dream
And nothing in the Universe is really what it seems
Heaven's gates don't open for everybody who knocks
And everyone alive is living life trapped inside a box
Nothing actually matters 'till we interpret it
We're aimlessly drifting through space and wonder what the purpose is
Heaven's gates don't open for every person who knocks
You'll never escape the fact you're living trapped inside a box
[Verse 2]
The further away you try to run, the deeper that you crawl inside
'Till eventually you reach what you consider the edge and you fall and dive
Unaware that it's all in your mind
Creating a chronological series of experiences and calling it "time"
And every time that I have tried to break out of the box
I've found it's surrounded by chains bound within thousands of locks
The sound of my own thoughts has made me so impatient
I hate the way I've painted all these mental limitations
And every place I travel I have a box covering my eyes
When every sight I see is a projection of optical stimuli
So if my brain produces everything I feel
Then why should I believe that anything outside of myself is real?
And I can't help but feel that everyone is unaware
The box is all they've ever known, never knowing it was ever there
Our existence is strictly in stringent isolation
We try to guide ourselves blind through the mind's imagination
I have created boxes of smaller relative size
And found to my surprise that they fit well inside dwelling in mine
Which made me wonder, if I really escaped the margins
Of my own box, would I merely appear in another box that was larger?
Only then did it occur to me
How it's been since the beginning and again through the end of Eternity
This one perspective is all that I've ever known
So biased towards myself, I'd be fickle to try to pretend I've grown
So even if this point of view I could escape
I'd only appear in another different box with a varying color and shape
So no matter how objective
I try to be the life I see is just from one perspective
I'll never know the other sides, never know the truth
As long as I'm playing this game trying to break these f**in' tightened locks
You can try to think outside of your own mind
You'll only find that your whole life, you've been stuck inside a box
[Outro]
Heaven's gates don't open for everybody who knocks [x7]
Everything is but a dream within a dream [x7]
Heaven's gates don't open for anybody