I'm thinking 'bout time too much
It ain't a straight line, it's such a mindf*ck
And I'm stuck in this spiral again
I'm thinking my mind is just
The only tool I can trust
But I must readjust my cranial lense
So what is it you're looking for?
And who were you before you became who you are?
So if you open up that door
You can look but I implore you not to stray too far
But you're floating through space feeling astral
Sucking up gas like a black hole
From whence we came, back do we go
The path's all cracked into fractals
The fabric folds back in the back, though
From whence we came, back do we go
Oh brother, here's another twenty-something short-cutter
Uncovering all the things gods and kings, they dream to know
A self starter, tryptamine martyr
Did it get to be harder than initially thought
Or did you not test the water?
Is this how you thought it would go?
So what is it you're looking for?
And did you just ignore the price your vision cost?
So if you open up that door
You can look but I implore you not to get too lost
But you're floating through space feeling astral
Sucking up gas like a black hole
From whence we came, back do we go
The path's all cracked into fractals
The fabric folds back in the back, though
From whence we came, back do we go
Yeah you're still lighting that grass like a candle
Eating them tabs by the handful
From whence we came, back do we go
The path's still cracked into fractals
The fabric folds back in the back, though
From whence we came, back do we go.