In analytical psychology, a reduced state of concentration and attention, accompanied by a loosening of inhibitions
and relaxation of restraints, in which unexpected contents may emerge from the unconscious. It usually occurs spontaneously
but can be deliberately encouraged in preparation for active imagination.

When we listen music what do we hear? Do we hear only the different musical instruments playing in harmony?
Or do we hear both the music and the words, but somehow miss the message all together? In an earlier post
I gave an example: When we look at a painting like the Mona Lisa with our eyes and therefore our conscious
mind, we see a women smiling back at us. The subconscious mind however sees something different. It sees the
hidden or higher message.

Now, I'd like to ask everyone to please read these words as if you were living
extension of something experiencing itself for the first time or you won't really be able to understand me properly.

"wakey wakey"
I don't know if you noticed, but your planet uh ..
Sort of like pretty f@#$ed up
The severely chaotic vibration caused by the slaughter of innocent sentient beings
Has led to this current situation
Now unless you been blessed with the ability to manipulate your destiny
Stick your head back in its hole
Part of me is like: pardon me, sorry to disturb your little comfort zone
And the rest of me is like: wake the f@#$ up
For goodness sakes, don't let your children pay for your mistakes
The human race cannot evolve so long as they consume flesh
Question: does your world resemble heaven or hell
The demon people have got you trapped in their voodoo spell
We weren't designed to exist like this
I was created in the image of an almighty, compassionate entity
So it looks like I'm going to have to re-arrange things a little
So we can experience this s@#$ like it was meant to be

Yoohoo, wakey wakey

How come I can't fly or breathe underwater like I can in my dreams
Or like, communicate with animals like Adam and Eve
These and many other exciting questions will be answered
When the power-hungry uglies controlling this realm get blasted
By their own reflection, calm minds provide protection
neglection of your health is the best way to get swayed
Manipulated by blood spells
You eat food containing fear, that's why you scared
And unprepared for the transition
From Pisces to Aquarius, I'm on a mission
Steady hitting pressure-points with pin-point precision
Till they take the carrots out their f@#$in ears and listen

Yoohoo, wakey wakey ?

I don't really think anyone's that different from me
We rock individually and connect invisibly
The Thunder cats on the track never skipping a beat
Fresh like an early morning skinny dip in the sea
"Do you hear that humming? Look at these strange tracks in the sand.
There's something coming, come on man, let's get back in the van!"
said Jim to his good friend Doctor Spock, but when Spock disappeared,
Jim was like, "What the f@#$!?"
He freaked out, whipped out his phazer, started looking around
little did he know Spock was safe with us under the ground
"Relax doctor, this won't hurt please don't panic."
The beats started banging and we began the re-programming
I told him not to be nervous
Then f@#$ed with his head on purpose and sent him back to the surface
"Jim?" "Oh god, Spock, my heart!" "Sorry captain?
"Uh, ah, hooo, it's fine man. What happened?"

Yoohoo, wakey wakey

Sir, why do you have those two carrots stuck in your ears?
I'm sorry, I can't hear you, I got these two carrots stuck in my ears.

Yoohoo, wakey wakey ?
http://youtu.be/HeA5bUx98J4


"Invisible Sentential"
Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile, crazy wild ill s@#%$
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer
Fold time and space like a big bang bringer

Here I come stomping, dropping fat s@#$% like an elephant
Cos I?m on that African experimental gentle tip
Move with the elements, always keep it relevant
Meddle with your head a bit, just for the hell of it
And get you all live like adrenaline
With my eloquent, candy-coated medicine
That tastes much better than any artificial intelligence
I specialize in research and development
And at the rate things are going and the way cats are loving it
We gonna keep blowing with more sway than the government
Don"t believe the hype, gimme the mic, I'll keep it tight
So you can sleep loose
The general consensus, you offend our senses
I'm gonna confiscate all your beemers and your benzes
Then feed all the children, yo move out my way
This is not just talk sir, I do what I say.

Young jedis, you will avoid a lot unnecessary complications
As soon as you convert confrontation into conversation
These old-timers have fed one too many fibs to the kids
And we need to let these cats know what time it is
But pay attention to your intro
Make sure you got them open before you hit them with the info
Stop looking at your feet when you speak, and break it down nice and simple
And stop trying to be so f@#$in cool
This is not America, in case you hadn?t noticed you an African
And they do not know what's happening
They come here, get everybody pissed off, freak some fan-girls,
Then go back again
I give full respect to the original cats who transformed
Hip-hop into this incredibly dangerous communicative art-form
But these hard-core tactics are out-dated and jaded
It's our turn, so step back, look listen and learn

We have been sent to earth during this dark hour
To help free the humans from the evil forces that are presently controlling them
Differentiate the holy men from the phoney men
Only then will you see the patterns in the pandemonium
Don't pretend that it's all gonna go away, we here to motivate, don't be late
Cause you hold the fate of the planet in the palm of your hands
You need to come with your plan, Ya but I got a host of problems
It feels like my heads all infested with ghosts and goblins
Gentlemen, let us broaden our minds
Open the curtains, and let the light shine in
Stop hiding away like a little house mouse
They coming to get you, quick run away, they coming to get you
Women of the world takeover, we are your protectors
Reflect us and we'll do our bestest
And all you men that keep losing sperm what's up with that yo?
I'm on the track fully stacked like a thunder cat ho
http://youtu.be/cPKe1qKfOE4


"super-psyche"
There's no f@#$in stopping this, Mr. Rockadopolis
Sneaks through enigmatic, ominous, anonymous
There's no f@#$in stopping this, Mr. Rockadopolis
Speaks to everyone from governors to commoners

Don't mind me, I'm not actually here
No-one's sticking sneaky little goggas in your ear
That crawl around inside your head, eating up your brain
Maybe you want to go away, come back another day
Cats aren't ready I'm stuck in five years time
Hologram on the mic like someone pressed rewind
Rip open my chest and flex my blessed design
Get all up in your system like some pesticide
Electrify when I testify, would the next in line please step inside
Disinfect your mind, make sure that you don't get left behind
Electronic, symphonic, melodic, exotic harmonics
Steady exorcise melancholic, demonic robotics
This megalomaniac likes to think sick things
Devil cruncher sent to earth to eat weak links
Rupture metal mental structure, defeat kings

Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche

Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche

It's the boom band back with a bang
Metatron stand strong with the mic in his hand
Extracting funk from the ether, to pump through your speaker
I'mna summon a governor f@#$ being a commoner stuck in a rut with no possible way out
Woo, Johnny be bad in the mental
Doctor wanna take away mechanical pencil
Stick sick spell to piece of paper 'cos the people need some flavor
Lazer-beam focus as evil meets maker
Hey: check out my nifty new receptors
Bonafide prototypes imported from planet zector
Vectors need to step inside my sector
And get some love from my sexy purple velvet glove
I'll help you to experience beautiful strange feelings
Stand on the ceiling look down at you like a stalactite
Baby, won't you be my stalagmite tonight, let's unite

Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche

Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche
Humans, activate your super-psyche

F@#$ law and order, I walk upon the water
Eliminating small-fry like alcoholic bald guys
Dream-walker rupture reality with war-cry
Constructus brings the motherf@#$in raw vibe
Where am I, uh, verse three, line one two three four five
Uh yeah everything is gonna be alright
Um, too much tv gives you sore eyes
Umm, t-the Nazis invented fluoride
I'm kak serious bru, we're not as needy as you
We just need food, clothes and shelter
Plus a little pocket money so that I don't have to ask for s@#$
And keep making art for a living till the fat b@#$% croaks
Back foul beast, back from whence you came
Crush the pyramid, I'm living it, never giving in
I practice in the blackness listening to the drummer drumming
Humming, ummm, humming something I'm becoming

Activate your super-psyche, Humans
Activate your super-psyche, Humans
Activate your super-psyche, Humans
Activate your super-psyche, Humans

Activate your super-psyche, Humans
Activate your super-psyche, Humans

Blah blah blah, I'm not that easy to see
Floating like whhooo, silently from tree to tree
Don't bother me, my master made me up in his laboratory
Spliced his genes with flying frog genes
Original clone number one with
Webbed hands and webbed feet
Sticky soles and finger tips, freaky deeky goals
Sneaky, false when I need to be, eeny meeny
Miny mo, catch a by his toe
And he'll make you wish that you hadn't
http://youtu.be/poYNtyoNU8Q

"Lateralus"
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
AS BELOW, SO ABOVE and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going
http://youtu.be/_tcW-j7KFgY

"Rosetta Stoned"
Alright then, picture this if you will:
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" post,
just outside of Area 51. Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just
a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect
to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy f@#$ing s@#$!

Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini
lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa, did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end
of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip
and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my f@#$in' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition,
He had me crying out,
"F@#$ me,
It's gotta be,
Deadhead Chemistry,
The blotter got right on top of me,
Got me seein' E-motherf@#$in'-T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from f@#$in' high school.
You better.
You better.
You better.
You better listen.
Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down.
This is so real.
Like the time he floated away.
See my heart is pounding,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
It was so real.
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sort of terrifying.
And I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
you all sound like Peanut's parents
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I just said, see the Dead ain't touring.
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
(high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I)
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
The details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
Typical.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD D@#$ S@#$ THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
MADE OUT TO BE A HERO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
BOB HELP ME.
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
GOD D@#$ S@#$ THE BED!
http://youtu.be/uytWxYKSupI

"Right In Two"
Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it.
Right in two.
Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
And this is what they choose...
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And where there's one
they're bound to divide it,
Right in two.
Right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey.
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs.
They make a club.
And beat their brother, down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the
ability to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here.
Cut and divide it all right in two
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over life, over blood, over prayer,
overhead and light
Fight over love, over sun,
over another, Fight for each other,
for the ones who are rising.
Angels on the sideline again.
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end.
Cut and divide it all right in two
RIGHT IN TWO!
Right in two
http://youtu.be/YdwYGu1o8gs

I would like to ask the reader this. Is DMT the great communicator able to transcend all space and time?
If so it would be apparent to me that all art is in fact DMT communicating with us, and one only needs to be aware
to "see" or "hear" what DMT has been trying to tell us. Thanks for reading and I apologise in advance for any offense to the fool
language. I tried to clean it up as much as possible, but art is art and sometimes it's offensive.

Ohhhh Metatron1 this is so so good.. an album that's nearly three hours filled with these messages? I'm excited. Thanks for the shares. My favorite T00L song is "The Patient", it has helped me through some dark spots.

I was into the underground conscious hip hop type scene for a little while, and perhaps you would like these:

"the dive"

It starts out with a question: How much of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories
And become extra wary of all your previous learned material
Your tolerance for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours
You study eastern, western philosophy, psychology, physics
You think a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder about your nervous system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic induced
Who am I's? What am I? Am I forever?
All information breathes (breeds) in the shallow dark hells of never.
You can see where it's leading. You wish you were dreaming.
If the castle crumbles no one's there to put it back together.

[Chorus]
Have you ever felt yourself slipping away?
Where all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no place to hide
You can't escape from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry.
Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye.
With nothing left you find yourself fall into madness so you...

... cry to your God, and act normal to your peers
What if God ain't hearing you? That's your only fear
Each day you think more about your psychosis
No one, but you, can help you, and you know this
That's the craziest part of it all
In your rational mind, you only know two things for sure
One is that you’re totally nuts
And the other is that you're the only one with the cure

It doesn't make sense, it's not how you imagined
You never knew it could just happen
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a near death experience
War, drug trips, low pay, carelessness
You've heard plenty of stories about schizophrenia
But never had evidence of one who thought himself mad
You're going crazy, and desperately reaching for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; best believe it

[Chorus]

You finally realize that you've always lived in hell
No human model or metaphor can explain how you fell
The puzzle's alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
It created time and made it appear to pass by
You don't know what you think. You don't think what you know
You're a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show,
Where do you go when your brain is your worst enemy?
The six hundred and sixty six (666) foot tall bridge on seventh street?
You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no problem if you didn't care.
Now you've truly formed an opinion about heaven
It starts out with a question, and this is what it ends in

Now I know you've felt yourself slip away
Now all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed
There's no place to run. No place to hide
You can't escape the fact that you've lost your mind
You can't erase your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The harder you look, the harder it is to find
Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you find yourself fall into madness, so you dive
so you dive…

And with each foot you fall
the voice in your head starts to sound more and more like yours.


"well being"

[Background]
And now the voice in your head is yours.

[Eyedea]
Take a deep breath there's nothing to be afraid of
What you just did was fall to the depths of existence
The place your mind keeps you away from by it's own process
of building models for understanding
This is not insanity, this is in fact the ultimate reality
The union you've achieved is only possible in thoughts no more
You never fall if you never fight.

You found yourself falling into madness so you dove
The best thing you ever did was let go

I found myself falling into madness so I dove
The best thing I ever did was let go

See life is a play that we are always acting out
without ever seeing it from the writer’s or audiences’ point of view
But we reach infinity when we become the writer
the actors and the audience at the exact same time

So here you are, and now you understand
You always were here, that's why you always ran
But you can only run away for so long
Before you catch up with yourself and become part of the song
I'd like to welcome you, to the heaven you've created
I tell the truth, this is the wisdom of the ancients
Holding onto something contradicts our being, so fly free
Maybe I had to go crazy to get where I am
I felt myself slipping away and I let myself fall
Gotta lose your mind before you find it
When you finally find it you'll find out you never lost it at all
There's a natural flow, that's attached to the soul
It don't ask you to go, it just gradually pulls
It's always now and your never not you
So follow yourself because if nothing else, your existence is true

[Chorus]
Have you ever felt yourself slipping away? I am, I mean, I was slipping away
but no matter what I am I'm me, and I know me so I'm ok.

have you ever felt yourself slipping away? you are, I mean, you were, slipping away
but no matter what you are you’re you, and you know you so you’re okay

[Eyedea]
I'm not a poet or a communist, a comet or a star
You're not a genius or a prophet, you just are
I'm not insane cause I have no need for my sanity
It's just another chain that keeps me from reality
Reality is mine to play with and mold
the best thing I ever did was let go.
So let go of the models. Transcend the physical mind
and peacefully become part of the whole.
The walls came tumbling down, but this time it was for keeps.
I've been running around, looking for my feet
now they’re a part of the ground, and in the ground complete
Live in the now, and forever be at peace
Live in the now don't stray away from the cycle
I'm one with the universe, one with the life flow
When you know that that which is below is above
the fear you once had will become love, feel the love

It starts out with a question. How much of it is real?
Now all is irrelevant, outside of this ordeal
Don't worry about explaining it, there ain't no human language
that can actually describe exactly how you feel.
Now I see clear through external distractions
Piece by piece it comes together, so I laugh and I smile
In the beginning it was deranged.
But I guess all things come to pass, after awhile
If madness could have a picture face how would it look?
like step one to becoming the contents of your own book?
Right where you are right now is where your gonna stay
And as long as you're always moving with yourself you'll never slip away.

http://youtu.be/XWvUHeYf6WQ

"birth of a fish"

He lives in a four by two glass box that reminds me of my head
I wish my floor would have rocks but it’s covered with puddles instead
If I could be him life would be great
I could erase this permanent frown
I wouldn’t even be held down by my own weight
I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday
“How was it?” I asked and after a tap on the glass he looked my way
then gave me this depressed expression impressed his best just to say
“besides the tides and gray skies it was okay”
And I said “hey Mr. Fish, you get all that you wish
You got nothing to complain about while hanging out in this b@#*$.”
And he replied “well existence is bliss, there’s so much that you miss
Besides get off the trip happiness is just a myth
I said “Living in water is extremely more peaceful than life confined to a mind mind blinded by the evil and forced to see through these two peepholes
it seems I’ve redeemed freedom not being limited by walls
but that only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on
So I interrupted his chuckle putting up my middle finger
And he boldly told me it’s too bad I’m such a thinker
So arrogantly I asked “How could someone think too much?”
He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such
He said “You live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box
And everyone’s the same, all brains are contained by a reality frame
And chained to the terrain, it’s trained hard not to change
And once you see what I’ve explained you’ve hit the jackpot”
And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened
The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean
Still totally invisible except for minor pieces of debris
The Mr. Fish pushed up to that glass and he looked just like me
My whole world spun around, I didn’t understand
But I realized I was no longer a man
So I thought about what he said and asked him what was going on
And he said “you didn’t know it but you were the fish all along!”
He said “congratulations, you did it, you broke free,
you’re just a fish like the rest of humanity”
Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank
But now I know what I am, and so to that man, I give thanks
I’ve always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head
It just goes to show you that your mind is your own monster
Reality is what you make it and if you take it away
you’re just a fish like me swimming in the powdered water.

"powdered water two part one"

If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested
They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it
And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric
We only know it's a cubicle because we live outside

Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend its measurements
Because measurements are models made up for and by observers
Relative to their position on the outside of the cubicle
They understand objectively so they can study further

If I grew up in a cubicle the walls limit my universe
I have no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do
If you follow what I say and can swallow the powdered water
Close your eyes and open your mind, this one's for you

The brain equals a cubicle we'll never think outside it
Now decide I wanna try to tie a diagram or modify it
I'm man that’s a hybrid of a body of a pirate
Of a soul that can fly without control

Realizing the brain takes in six billion signals per second
most of which are hidden and not given to the senses
We’re limited to a few futile primitive tools of perception
Living in a universal pool of first hand deception

The mind's job is to receive the signals
And block the ones out that don't coincide with imprinted symbols
That way the information you obtained is recognized
Reality is thinkable and comparable to space and time

It makes a map of the territory that gives us
The topic of the Copenhagen interpretation of modern quantum
Physics which states we don’t know the meal
We only know the menu that our brains tell us is real

We don’t know the rules of our heads
From inside these cubicles we can’t see the truth
No one really knows exactly what happens when we think
Therefore we can never really ever know anything

"powdered water too part two"

Think, models, think, metaphor
I am plagued by a yet to be defined mind disorder
Symptoms include illusion to losing (delusion) the tissue and fluid that borders a bruise contoured to lose core of my aura among other things that clutter dreams and suddenly pull my swollen puppet strings.
Hold and clutch my utterly insecure back-peddling
Please pour the powdered water from the kettle
And load my cup full of adrenaline
Now I can settle in tucked tight between sheet rock and crushed ice
She knocked but I never let her in despite the fact she looked nice in black
Said I’m in my head isn’t twisted upright, it leans lopsided but eerie enough I still treasure it dearly.
Born in a vocal booth, I hope to own the moon with no excuse
Soon to be the groom to a tune close to you
Sail the true stale ocean blue and ate lunch
But corrosion grew for eight months and the Trojan threw a fake punch
And a crow to fool em.
I have sold my sancturary, thank you very much
Buried all I’d carried for a vocabulary brush
And I don’t wanna be around when the cherry busts
Cuz when it does/dust settles the flood all of America
It might have been all over if you were to barely thrust
But you got greedy punctured too deep and now she’s scared of trust
But who can you trust anyway, every opinion is dated (jaded) by an experience, making any thought a response to a memory.
I am my enemy, can’t think my way out of this penitentiary
Embrace the condition humanity’s mechanically accepted for centuries
It’s the water, is it real?
How does it make you feel
being endlessly dependent on external crutches and shields?
Sleep-walking through the dust covered fields
Haunted by the taunted souls of those who kept the seals closed
I’ve stretched the distance, and pushed the envelope
This song’s become an endless note
For all women and men with hope
Open your eyes, you no longer can float.
You’re sinking and drinking the powdered water.
Going to make you choke!

http://youtu.be/K1yPAEe4J8I

I was going to send a reply with a PM, but I guess new members can't PM each other so...
What can I say other then WOW! It's like he peered into my mind. Thank you so much for sharing

this new musical experience with me I was more into metal before, and Tool was and still
is one of my favored musical masters Oddly enough "The Patient" was the first song I

started to "hear the message." It was the first song I listened to after my last and most profound
DMT experience...Life's a trip Gonzo I wish you could have seen the look on both my wife, and

brother's faces! It was like the insanity in me jumped into then when they realized I had been right all
along. "The Dive" is almost exactly word for word, what I have experienced over the last two years.

Thank you again Ourobros777, and I am gonna wait it out, be patient (wait it out).
If anyone else has a musical experience they would like to share I would enjoy it very much!