I think these songs are about psilocybin, but they always made me think about DMT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWvUHeYf6WQEyedea - the dive one and two
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 tolerence 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 east and 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 in the shallow dark halls 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
[Hook]
Have you ever felt yourself slippin' 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 falling to 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 your 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 reachin' for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; best believe it
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 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 falling to madness, so you dive
So you dive [repeated]
And with each foot you fall
The voice in your head starts to sound more and more like yours
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4z07rz_qoEEyedea - bonus
I found myself
falling to madness
so I dove
the best thing I ever did was
let go
let go
I found myself
falling to madness
so I dove
the best thing I ever did was
let go
let go
See life is a play
we're always acting out
without ever seeing it
from the writer's
or audience's point of view
but we reach infinite
when we become the writers and the actor and the audience
at the exact same time
So hear you are
and now you understand
you always were here
that 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 on to something
contradicts our being
so fly free
fly free
fly free, fly free
Maybe I had to go crazy
to get where I am
I felt myself slippin away
and I let myself fall
gotta lose your mind
before you find it
and when you find you find it
you find out
you never lost it at all
there's a natural flow
that's attached to your soul
it don't ask you to go
it just gradually pulls
it's always now when you're never not you
so follow yourself
'cus if nothing else
your existence is true
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 okay
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
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
'cus 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
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??
running around
lookin' for my feet
now they're part of the ground
and make 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 that you once had will become love
(feel the love)
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 okay
Have you ever felt yourself slipping away
you are,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY-Q8oPzOhAEyedea - powder water too
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 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
-eg