An Ocean of Time
Purchase a ticket at birth and emerge in the land of the damned
Scrambling hand over hand for a chance just to glance at the grand
I managed to land in an answerless planet that can't
Be anything but a reflection of who I am
And it's grown toxic
This world's my own cockpit
On course with an object that's outside of time
And it shines brighter when I write this rhyme, now
How can I define the worlds that I create inside my mind?
They're made of sound alone, let's plot a course although this pilot's blind
Mental scenarios of people that are very close
Sprout consciousness the next time that you bump this on your stereos
There he goes, the pseudo philosophic-esoteric flows
That bring your thoughts to life and make them dance although beware of those
Serpents
Emerging from your person
Take solace in the fact that you are very well versed in snake-charming
Take all your fake armor off, you're starving
Oh my God, I beg your pardon?
I beg your pardon?
'Cause you are just a ship on an ocean of time
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
The sun is shining now, the storm has fallen behind
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
These waves will crash upon your brain and wash the worry off of us
We're waking up tomorrow and the world's not what we thought it was
When truth is shifting as it often does
I'm here to offer up alternatives
I've learned to spit the fervor-ish superlative
We're after certain shit and merging with the universe is it
I'm in the current with the first of the determinants
The beast surfaces
The god it worships is the one that occupies you when you're overcome by worthlessness
Nervousness, as you start to murder this Leviathan
It sinks beneath the waves and as it does pretends to die again
You think you're fine and then your chest is wracked with spasms
As the monster of your shame will rear its head up from the fathoms
(Have at 'em)
I'm the captain of the sea, a masterpiece
Just strap me to the mast, I'm laughing at the beast
I'm flapping in the breeze
I rap in hopes to fabricate a crease
In my temporal lobe to lay a trap to capture the disease
But we are all just ships
On an ocean of time
We close our eyes and make islands inside our minds
The sun is shining now, the storm has fallen behind
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
I make islands inside my mind
Scrambling hand over hand for a chance just to glance at the grand
I managed to land in an answerless planet that can't
Be anything but a reflection of who I am
And it's grown toxic
This world's my own cockpit
On course with an object that's outside of time
And it shines brighter when I write this rhyme, now
How can I define the worlds that I create inside my mind?
They're made of sound alone, let's plot a course although this pilot's blind
Mental scenarios of people that are very close
Sprout consciousness the next time that you bump this on your stereos
There he goes, the pseudo philosophic-esoteric flows
That bring your thoughts to life and make them dance although beware of those
Serpents
Emerging from your person
Take solace in the fact that you are very well versed in snake-charming
Take all your fake armor off, you're starving
Oh my God, I beg your pardon?
I beg your pardon?
'Cause you are just a ship on an ocean of time
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
The sun is shining now, the storm has fallen behind
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
These waves will crash upon your brain and wash the worry off of us
We're waking up tomorrow and the world's not what we thought it was
When truth is shifting as it often does
I'm here to offer up alternatives
I've learned to spit the fervor-ish superlative
We're after certain shit and merging with the universe is it
I'm in the current with the first of the determinants
The beast surfaces
The god it worships is the one that occupies you when you're overcome by worthlessness
Nervousness, as you start to murder this Leviathan
It sinks beneath the waves and as it does pretends to die again
You think you're fine and then your chest is wracked with spasms
As the monster of your shame will rear its head up from the fathoms
(Have at 'em)
I'm the captain of the sea, a masterpiece
Just strap me to the mast, I'm laughing at the beast
I'm flapping in the breeze
I rap in hopes to fabricate a crease
In my temporal lobe to lay a trap to capture the disease
But we are all just ships
On an ocean of time
We close our eyes and make islands inside our minds
The sun is shining now, the storm has fallen behind
I close my eyes and make islands inside my mind
I make islands inside my mind
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