Letras
So they dreamed of longevity and
Dreaded the brevity of life in this dimension and they
went into deeper sleep only to discover that
an energy exchange happened
Smaller than a graviton
More like a fraction of a neutron
A memory version of a neuron if you will
Still a beta meta concept
But the mined data showed a constant force at play
String attached to the theory, and how shall we say this
That our lives changed during an unconscious state
And we woke up to a new world adjusted in weight
This discovery was subtle, but with grave implications
That we hold an influence on future innovations
Now, how do we explain the phenomenon and
what really causes the karmic provenance
The media swiftly coined it the Great Equalizer
On the streets dubbed EQ for short, to surmise that
Survivors of reverse engineering of a barrier
Came back with a glimpse of the universe as carriers
Abstract geometry repeated was scarier
What started innocent proved nefarious
(Chorus)
What's going on when we sleep,
Not a clue, what we dream
And see nobody knows
Like a little boat in the middle of the
Vast ocean, we float
Up and down like a merry-go
Round while we spin in a moat
When the dust settled, so did the initial excitement
Phony ads, the news, and that sort of enticement
Some were depressed and said it was an indictment
How meaningless life was to live in an environment
You could not control, and we're the products so regular
Uniformly made and the corners were angular
Others begged to differ and they wished for a structure
In life so they can cling on to scheduled lectures
Sermons rang hollow in the reverb halls
Delayed sounds echo-echoed all the more
And we sat through the whole film but a total bore
Then you jolted an elbow to the ribs because you snored
In short everybody was lost like a cause
And the crash brought a silence too awkward to pause
The truth was so bland please hold the applause ugh
Opening a bottle of rotten apple sauce
(Chorus)
I can't possibly leave you with a sad story in good conscience
Deluge of information got the brain a bit nauseous
Have some camomile tea for the swollen tonsils
Come back to earth and have a breakfast with utensils
Sterilized to your liking, a nightingale in the dark
Clouds had a silver lining for you psyche
Common as a passerine, but shine as a sidekick
Patient as a camouflage and birdwatch a fly chick
I pick the items and then bring it to the storefront
Perspective is distorted and the layers in the forefront
Combine to set the diorama shadowboxing handcraft
Free fall my mental real estate in a land grab
You don't have to color everything the voice said
You can organize the pyramids instead,
Rule your own domain from the court of the dead
With that, it was time to drop the ladder hoisted
Written by: Bajune Tobeta
