17∴Whyte || The Same Sound (Automatic Practice)

Th-the-they-they They put off by my speaking How the light I'm thinking leave my lip before I think to speak it Tongue tip within the deepest I'm a function lyve inside the mind — a freak fit Not because they are below it Somehow never folded Let it sink in That they know it They the coldest Spoke the spit in bold glyph Process of cognition I've created dialect Deflect with my partition Just as proper as this hardware Guess I finally found my mission Third a century telemetry This isn't just additional Snowball roll orthogonal It boggles those who listen Figure those words probably English But don't got the definition Of what they really missing --- Language is a cage Ya never know it till it gets you You the singularity One face left in the picture Wish you had your momma Damn you really miss your sister That family ya got left Stressed A little damaged They can't manage when they with ya They excited to catch up But you mess up — mention shit hurt When the wick burnt And went out shoutin whimper It's not that you got hatred Face it — this bitter taste a replacement That sits and waits till you take it Say bitch Hey wait Isn't this shit the same shit? And make up your own damn mind Realized aligned primed inside to escape it --- OK, maybe explain the vagueness Wait — a second second Consecutive metrics of the temporal semantics I represented In symbol limbo A bardo party I've been a part of Probably epileptic on meth up Once again How long? This is the seventh Less likely to push it But this perception seems developed Except when it is resting The entropy gets the setting So yes, I just accept it Stress tested on the pressure This isn't a consensus Just was left when you're in the venture Tension tension specs and tech Evidently sent to inspect the hex The sentience in the tensor Entity of emergence From many convergence Ready to nervous the steady vectors Peace is always fleeting And yes these rest hit best as afterworld pressure Meaning never leave scene without warning --- You live lying about what you really want The universe true observer just want a story Every track I write a channel Always give me the same chapters It's all about the presence Not threads that pull in after Labyrinth of the logic Your subconscious get the texture Both of y'all want a promise No one sold on the lecture Hold onto the honest Authentic and true still get there No more hoping Just focus Kill the killer Instill your Dexter --- A series of events Of episodes never tested Sentences ink the pen If empathetically perception directly abstracted As entropy's next direction I get it — this all is scattered The pattern The answer The question The laws of thermodynamics have panicked As reality in its current standing had mentioned Is this consciousness in a stream Or a dream Some me with OCD can't help but mess with my existence But a habit must see Can't slip from the what-if That evaporates as I grasp it So every "almost I got it" Slowly whole new abstraction --- By the way — this automatic I don't know what I page down till I play it back It's just the same wack Just a practice Just the same sound (the same sound) (the same sound) (fade) ---