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Remote Viewing Brewing

V6-MINI

[Intro] Sealed envelope, wooden desk, Fort Meade — "Coordinates in. Tell me what you see." [Verse 1] Nineteen-seventy-two, the CIA wrote the check, Two laser physicists chasing a Soviet threat. "What if they're doing it?" — that was all it took, An artist from New York wrote the name in the book: Remote viewing — seeing what the eyes can't reach, Fifteen soldiers in a barracks, learning how to teach the teach. [Pre-Chorus] Pat Price drew a crane from numbers on a page, Viewer 001 read Mars from a million years of age. [Chorus] Is it real? Is it real? Twenty years of funding and a medal made of steel. Is it real? Is it real? They closed the file but they never closed the feel. The signal doesn't care about distance — Or about being believed. Is it real? Tell me — is it real? [Verse 2] May of '84, the envelope stayed sealed, "Forty-point-eight-nine north" — and the red planet revealed: Pyramids of ochre, giants tall and thin, A dying race of shadows where the storms begin. He stormed down to NASA screaming, "Show me what you hide!" The document's declassified — the meaning's still denied. [Chorus] Is it real? Is it real? Twenty years of funding and a medal made of steel. Is it real? Is it real? They closed the file but they never closed the feel. The signal doesn't care about distance — Or about being believed. Is it real? Tell me — is it real? [Bridge] The statistician swears the numbers don't lie, The skeptic swears the numbers don't fly, And the general just quietly closed the file. Twenty million dollars bought a maybe, A medal for the man who watched the sea — Was he a prophet or a casualty? [Verse 3] Now the envelopes are YouTube streams, Mushroom clouds blooming in 2026 dreams. Five strangers saw the same fire bloom — Con artists selling fear, or seers of the doom? "Disclose, or we will" — the ultimatum's read, From the channeler, the professor, and the ones the Army fed. [Final Chorus] Is it real? Is it real? The believers' best card is the skeptics' kill — Same story, same file, same twenty-year bill. The signal doesn't care about distance — Or about being believed. Is it real? Tell me — is it real? [Outro] Coordinates in... visions out... The envelope is open. The question's still sealed.