Being What does it mean? Gazing Into parts of our egos
Qualia Covering my eyes Simple are your words What is true and what is not?
What you hear is deaf What you see is blank What you feel is nothing Stream of consciousness Our world seems fake Our minds play tricks When you read all marks You see what`s outside
Straightforward Physical state Human existence Or qualia argument
Covering my eyes Chained to my lies No such thing you`d think Knowledge means nothing
Vibrate - sense clearly drawn Anguish - shame after all Passion - heart fills with pleasure Blackness - centre of lifeless
Centre of lifeless
Once i saw a sign Qualia`s great bright light Face down in melancholy Contemplation through philosophy Among enormous trees Of woods never seen Colours without concept Just a trick that my mind plays
For every man that stood Sat in his head The world in black Realise and analyse Theories of human mind Ther`s no light There`s no such things Mental darkness In the veil we see Once i saw a sign Qualia`s great bright light
What is truth, then? Where`s the shape of existence? What is right? And what is wrong?
Feeding the starving brain Facing with spirits you`ve ever known
Illuminated By silent contemplation Limits of my words Borders of my eyes
Untainted By brain`s strategies Drowning in world`s vomit Cursing the process of feeling
Into the unknown Illusion Control Power from beyond Inner knowledge above
Staring at you What do i see? What do i feel? What did i miss?
Let my words Be an explanation Of our weakness And our blindness
We are moving around With the stream of consciousness With the blackness of spaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.