[Intro] There's a gland the size of a grain of rice sittin' dead center of your fuckin skull! They call it vestigial! -They call it decoration! Well They ain't never asked it a question.. [Verse 1] Cal-suh-fied crystals sittin' dormant in da dark, Sensin' light through bone like it's holdin' a spark. Third eye ain't a metaphor, it's an organ that dreams, Flooded once with DMT at the edge of extreme. Every fetus grows it early, every dyin' brain gets it late, Bookend' to a life with the same flood gate. You call it a vision. I call it a door That's been fuckin' unlocked since the day you were born. [Chorus] Is it a chemical, or is it true? Is the veil in your head, or is the veil over you? We ain't hallucinatin'. We're just seein' clear. Ask what you are blind to, lose the fuckin' fear! [Verse 2] They wired up the monks, found the same light in the brain, Same gland floodin' open in ecstasy or pain. En-doh-JEE-nus tryptamine, older than the church, Every prophet on a mountain was just runnin' the search. You don't need the desert, you don't need forty days, Just a molecule that's been waitin' since the dawn of your ways. Not a drug. A homecoming. A frequency restored. The gate was never locked — you just never knocked before. [Bridge] Listen— The light was never outside you. The gate was never far. Every eye that's ever opened Was just findin' where you are. Nothin' broke to let it open. Nothin' new was ever grown. You just quieted the static Long enough to hear the tone. [Outro] [[retro internet dial up tone sfx]]


