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