I see you can control your dream body
Welcome to the 3rd gate of dreaming
Fix your assemblage point
Have you ever navigated the labyrinth of penumbra
I see an ocean of ink in a drop a universe awaits
The pen hits the page the whole fucking earth quakes
I put my thumb to the concrete and lifted it like a scroll
I see letters in front of my eyes, did the credits start to roll
This can't be the end, it's just a labyrinth I'm in
I see illusions of devils scratching and stabbing my skin
In the shadow world I'm the light that got the roaches scattering
I was gone for 4 days and came back with Lazarus skin
Demon dissector, massive energy collector
Mycelia connector, we connect the vectors
Sipping etrog nectar, conversating with a specter
Brainwash rejector, autonomy protector
If fascism's your movie then we smash your projector
So many bars I'm setting off metal detectors
Without a foundation what's the point of a roof
What are you mistaking for truth
Load your gun with this song and blast it at the lies
I dug up truth's grave and only saw a casket of whys
There's no satan just yourself wearing a mask of flies
I asked god why is life hell and saw a laugh in her eyes
We're breakdancing on the ocean floor doing windmills
She's every word never heard that the wind steals
With each flare we create portals and whirlpools
Thoughts like lava we make new land as the earth cools
We swam to the bones of Atlantis I saw strange glyphs
Poems written in coral planted by the ancients
Familiar and alien, deja new, I can't explain it
Then the ocean drained I saw code my brain glitched
I felt the distance between us that's when the rain hit
The thunder shook my chest like Mingus was the bassist
I've been finding comfort in pills, blunts, and 80 proof
What are you mistaking for truth
I tried to write the truth with a skeptical pen
It wrote in italics when will the spectacle end
What are the equations of life and death force
They gave my friend a bouquet of cancer and left him on death's door
Venus approached the moon and made a fermata
I told a statue his past he cried in blood stigmata
Same story different perspective like Kurosawa
Rashomon effect are those tears or commas
I'm in a dream archive underwater looking at micro fish
Haunted hard drive reliving the dreams of micro chips
I came here to read the poems a crow dreamt
But it was written in a language I do not know yet
Multi-sensory I became a dreamt tree
I could feel my branches and the wind on my leaves
I thought time was linear I'm trying to break the time loops
What are you mistaking for truth