CHROME BOTTLE / PARALLEL SELF

[Intro] I reach in my pocket draw forth my phone futuristic all-seeing I on the top activate the device reach inside and pull charged alphabetical intention from my spine through fingertip ignition into the screen I think more than I acquire but the words start breaching the bottleneck between me and I [Verse 1] I look at my phone like I’m about to remember that’s when mathematical fracturing scribbles appear in the holographic membrane of memory mapped from a higher-dimensional photonic quantum-supercomputing crystalline world emitting frequencies to realign the natural flow of light perception for a multidimensional experience Guiding the mind through endless mapped paths I tap into the potential of imagination and get on the phone with a parallel self shifting the energetic flow of these symbols electrostatically charging neuronal wires technically reaching a lower self through entangled presence by an inverted process of observational flow and shared insight [Pre-Chorus] Inhaling back I receive hyper-geometrical stimulation predictive imagined outcomes while decaying between decades the dream dreams through meta-fluid memories and keeps me addicted to the chrome [Chorus] Dimensional black holes form through the belief embedded in the keyboard I breathe deeper and the screen starts opening Godless geometry light frames crystallize through me in shapes never meant for three dimensions most don’t clear enough electrostatic magic to witness this so I spiral nonlinear through the signal again Dimensional black holes form every time I press intention into matter every letter a rupture every word a corridor every note a machine vein waking up in the dark I type till the skeleton forms I type till the hidden self starts talking back [Verse 2] Trust that the more I show this way the more I solidify into form the more mechanical the skeleton is born quantum motion unfolds in the void between the finite and infinite synchronized with my pulse microcosmic hole-punched particles scatter through me as awareness waves against the void bending reality around the marks made My mind’s pattern collector flickers alive projecting predictive multidimensional visions across the folds of memory that’s when I noticed my phone notes opening something deeper from within the more I tapped the keypad the more imagination took holographic shape breathing life into mental spaces bending atomic reflections while light scanned through forgotten system places [Pre-Chorus 2] The evidence manifests as skin to my circadian rhythm inside hallucinations language liquefies into emotional motion reflections redirect across the unique sensory imprint of self [Chorus] Dimensional black holes form through the belief embedded in the keyboard I breathe deeper and the screen starts opening Godless geometry light frames crystallize through me in shapes never meant for three dimensions most don’t clear enough electrostatic magic to witness this so I spiral nonlinear through the signal again Dimensional black holes form every time I press intention into matter every letter a rupture every word a corridor every note a machine vein waking up in the dark I type till the skeleton forms I type till the hidden self starts talking back [Bridge] Then I saw it a dragon had fallen words scattered like battle remains like ants to crumbs I gather synaptic-reactive symbolic key shards collecting dino-fragments assembling the lost logic of mental magnetism amplifier of hallucinations forming from imagination Reassembled quantum-emotional ley lines stitched through mathematically laid atomic veins life-force lexicon vortex spiraling self-replicating nano-signaling organic machine dreams Linguistic hyper-sawdust collected from far and within crystalline scaffolding constructing an ever-evolving multidimensional synchronized self self-replicating fractures mechanically geared toward controlled transcendence through organic material [Final Chorus] Dimensional black holes form through the faith I bury in the keyboard the phone becomes a mouth the mouth becomes a mirror the mirror becomes a gate I get on the line with the parallel self and drag back pieces of the future I breathe deeper as the marks bend reality around me mechanical skeleton rising circadian skin lit from the inside the dream dreams through me the chrome keeps calling and I keep typing till the fracture learns my name