Some moments resemble experiences
Gone thru in dreams, at least for me
Deja Vu sounds like the feeling I'm all too used to
Possibly produced by similar thought patterns that arise
In similar enviroments, a feeling associated to a thought
More than on and off, for it's an overwhelming predicament
No direction brought on by force
Just a passing memory of you being here before
It's complicated, but can be explained simply
As conciousness is a theory produced by the production
Of our own reality, beta block my dissociative disorder
Goes to contact from one point to another
And may the signals seize forever
Cancel my subscription to the ever complicating social interaction
Produce a reason, forever searching, for all distraction
No way I'm going crazy, just worried the trip ended, and all this is a hallucination.
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Some moments resemble experiences
Gone thru in dreams, at least for me
Deja Vu sounds like the feeling I'm all too used to
Possibly produced by similar thought patterns that arise
In similar enviroments, a feeling associated to a thought
More than on and off, for it's an overwhelming predicament
No direction brought on by force
Just a passing memory of you being here before
It's complicated, but can be explained simply
As conciousness is a theory produced by the production
Of our own reality, beta block my dissociative disorder
Goes to contact from one point to another
And may the signals seize forever
Cancel my subscription to the ever complicating social interaction
Produce a reason, forever searching, for all distraction
No way I'm going crazy, just worried the trip ended, and all this is a hallucination.
Gone thru in dreams, at least for me
Deja Vu sounds like the feeling I'm all too used to
Possibly produced by similar thought patterns that arise
In similar enviroments, a feeling associated to a thought
More than on and off, for it's an overwhelming predicament
No direction brought on by force
Just a passing memory of you being here before
It's complicated, but can be explained simply
As conciousness is a theory produced by the production
Of our own reality, beta block my dissociative disorder
Goes to contact from one point to another
And may the signals seize forever
Cancel my subscription to the ever complicating social interaction
Produce a reason, forever searching, for all distraction
No way I'm going crazy, just worried the trip ended, and all this is a hallucination.
Writer: Mildred Pierce
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