Emprickle science

[Instrumental Intro] **Verse 1:** Psychoanalysis is prickled with thought, Where mind meets the edge of what isn't sought. Truth hides behind the thorns of the rose, In silence, in cracks, in what no one knows. **Verse 2:** Symbols fall apart like a dream in the night, Each fragment a puzzle in fading light. Logic may build, but it never can hold, Reality's truth is both warm and cold. **Chorus:** Through the emprickle science, it’s all torn apart, Each word, every symbol, speaks straight to the heart. Beyond what’s seen, beyond what’s said, There lies the mind, where logic has fled. **Chorus:** Through the emprickle science, it’s all torn apart, Each word, every symbol, speaks straight to the heart. Beyond what’s seen, beyond what’s said, There lies the mind, where logic has fled. [Instrumental Break] **Verse 3:** In the clouded sky, machines twist and turn, Old thoughts are reborn, and new ideas burn. Yet what’s understood slips right through the hand, In fields of paradox, no mind can stand. **Verse 4:** Critics try to prune what never grew, Without the bloom, there's no fruit to chew. Yet in the gaps, the flowers will sing, Of thoughts too strange for anything. **Bridge:** Oh, the truth spins, in circles of might, Not in the day, but in shadows of night. Analysis cuts deep through the veil, Revealing the real in what seems to fail. [Instrumental Break] **Verse 5:** Threads of discourse tie nothing tight, Connections break in the dead of night. Yet from the cracks, a light still shows, Not what’s known, but what no one knows. **Chorus:** Through the emprickle science, it’s all torn apart, Each word, every symbol, speaks straight to the heart. Beyond what’s seen, beyond what’s said, There lies the mind, where logic has fled. **Chorus:** Through the emprickle science, it’s all torn apart, Each word, every symbol, speaks straight to the heart. Beyond what’s seen, beyond what’s said, There lies the mind, where logic has fled. [Instrumental Outro]