[303 acid line bubbling, panning in spirals] [whispered, stretching] The ceiling... is... breathing... And so... am... I... We're the same... lung... We're the same... sky... [time-stretch effect on "sky" — extends infinitely] [Verse 1] [tempo uncertain, liquid, words melting into each other] I looked at my hand and it had centuries in it (in it in it) Every line a river that my ancestors swimmed in (swimmed in) The walls started showing me their childhood memories (memories) And I apologized for every time I leaned (leaned) Colors I can hear now (hear now) Sounds I can taste (taste) My skeleton is making friends with empty space (space space space) The carpet is explaining the economy of love (love) And I finally understand what they were speaking of (of of of) [micro-hook, looping and phasing] Everything connected (nected) To everything else (else) The self dissolves (solves) Into the shelf (shelf) Into the self (self) Into the shelf (shelf) [Pre-Chorus] [tempo beginning to breathe, 126 becoming 94] And the clock (clock) Is melting (melting) And my thoughts (thoughts) Are helium (helium) Rising (rising) Rising (rising) Through the membrane (brane) Of the room (room) [negative space — but the space has texture] [Chorus] [tempo blooms to 142 BPM, fractal arpeggios exploding] I AM THE PATTERN AND THE EYE THAT SEES THE PATTERN! (pattern pattern pattern) The observer and the observed have started mattering! (mattering) Every atom in my body is a galaxy in labor! (labor!) And the universe is tasting itself through my flavor! (flavor!) DISSOLVING! (solving!) RESOLVING! (volving!) EVOLVING! (volving!) INVOLVING EVERYTHING! (thing thing thing!) [acid 303 freakout, geometric] I can see the music! (music!) I can hear the fractals! (fractals!) The love is architectural! (tectural!) The fear was just a practice! (practice!) [Verse 2] [tempo settling to 94 BPM, warm, womb-like] My ego tried to hold on but its fingers turned to questions (questions) And the questions turned to gratitude for lessons (lessons) I forgave everyone including all the furniture (furniture) The lamp said "thank you" and I meant it when I heard it, sure (sure sure) Time became a suggestion I politely declined (clined) Past and future holding hands inside my mind (mind) Every person I've ever loved was standing in my chest (chest) Having a reunion, and they said I was the best (best best best) [micro-hook, echoing infinitely] Boundaries are optional (tional) Skin is just a guess (guess) The mess becomes (comes) The blessedness (ness) Blessedness (ness) Blessedness (ness) [Pre-Chorus] [tempo breathing again, shifting] And the mirror (mirror) Shows me everything (thing) And the everything (thing) Is just a mirror (mirror) Reflecting (flecting) Connecting (necting) Protecting (tecting) Nothing needs protecting (tecting) [Chorus] [full 142 BPM bloom, all elements spiraling] I AM THE PATTERN AND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE PATTERN! (pattern pattern) The question and the answer have stopped being at war and! (war and!) Every wall I ever built is see-through now and laughing! (laughing!) And the cosmos is experiencing itself through my collapsing! (lapsing!) DISSOLVING! (solving!) ABSOLVING! (volving!) REVOLVING! (volving!) INTO EVERYTHING! (thing thing thing!) [synesthesia peak — sounds describing colors] Purple tastes like forgiveness! (iveness!) Green sounds like my mother! (mother!) Time is just the universe! (verse!) Remembering its brother! (brother!) [Bridge] [tempo suspends entirely, floating] [spoken, overlapping with self, phased] I saw the code underneath the grass... It was just... love... repeating... In different fonts... Every blade... a sentence... Every sentence... a blade... Cutting nothing... From nothing... Leaving... everything... [single note, sustained, morphing through colors] Ohhhhhh... [note splits into harmony] Ohhhhhh... [harmony becomes choir] Ohhhhhh... [choir becomes ocean] [Verse 3] [tempo returning, gentle, coming down] The peak is passing like a wave that came to visit (visit) And I'm grateful for the glimpse of the exquisite (quisite) My hands are just my hands again but now I know their secret (secret) They're connected to a web too beautiful to speak it (speak it) Coming back to edges now, to where the body ends (ends) But I'll remember that the ending just pretends (tends) To be a border when it's really just a kiss (kiss) Between the everything and this (this this this) [micro-hoo
