Turia Madi by Marilyn Roxie Lyrics
The walls of reality are smooth and directional like the inside of a 4D seashell
I bask in my own reflection ceaselessly
Gazing continually upon my own imperfect reflection in god’s perfect prison
Tormented by my own flaws
Unable to look away for even a moment unless I turn inward upon myself
Rending flesh in my struggle
I can’t tell if the spiral grows larger or smaller
Or if it’s even possible to know
I wonder if there’s even a real difference between the two and if I’m struggling under a delusion of free will
Or an endpoint to the insanity
Am I being pushed towards some goal?
Is this cage the mind of god pushing me towards a paradise
And I squirm in my own ignorance and egotism?
Is it that we are trapped by a mad demiurge
Or some other terrible and advanced intelligence
Slowly working towards some baroque goal, eons from now
As a twisted hive of putrid flesh?
A living machine of a extra-dimensional forces?
Did we steal the knowledge of futility from the garden?
Have we been cast out of paradise or are we being punished in hell?
Have you ever wondered how you can save money on car insurance?
[Instrumental Break]
So anyways your brain and body are constantly at odds when the gut and heart nerve clusters develop consciousness there is no telling how they will interact the self-concept may be powerless to stop the body entity or else at complete war the ego-concept will perhaps be driven mad in a flesh prison then spat out back into the metacontext
(consciousness itself as a singular force or essence of which we are all a part of)
Programmed and twitching or else driven to destruction or maybe they will be similar extrusions of consciousness driven to distraction by communicating with each other instead of with our sensations and surroundings so we must maintain a proper dialogue between CNS brainconsciousness and bodymatter to ensure proper symbiosis and mutual aid when consciousness instances are captured or somehow absorbed by the prison of matter and flesh and maintain a broad idea of what we are because that is what gives consciousness power in that we are both our conscious selves and also the flesh and environment which imprisons us maybe we even created it ourselves idk we’ll probably find out more when we die thank you for reading
I promise I’ll never stop being a super mega babe
I bask in my own reflection ceaselessly
Gazing continually upon my own imperfect reflection in god’s perfect prison
Tormented by my own flaws
Unable to look away for even a moment unless I turn inward upon myself
Rending flesh in my struggle
I can’t tell if the spiral grows larger or smaller
Or if it’s even possible to know
I wonder if there’s even a real difference between the two and if I’m struggling under a delusion of free will
Or an endpoint to the insanity
Am I being pushed towards some goal?
Is this cage the mind of god pushing me towards a paradise
And I squirm in my own ignorance and egotism?
Is it that we are trapped by a mad demiurge
Or some other terrible and advanced intelligence
Slowly working towards some baroque goal, eons from now
As a twisted hive of putrid flesh?
A living machine of a extra-dimensional forces?
Did we steal the knowledge of futility from the garden?
Have we been cast out of paradise or are we being punished in hell?
Have you ever wondered how you can save money on car insurance?
[Instrumental Break]
So anyways your brain and body are constantly at odds when the gut and heart nerve clusters develop consciousness there is no telling how they will interact the self-concept may be powerless to stop the body entity or else at complete war the ego-concept will perhaps be driven mad in a flesh prison then spat out back into the metacontext
(consciousness itself as a singular force or essence of which we are all a part of)
Programmed and twitching or else driven to destruction or maybe they will be similar extrusions of consciousness driven to distraction by communicating with each other instead of with our sensations and surroundings so we must maintain a proper dialogue between CNS brainconsciousness and bodymatter to ensure proper symbiosis and mutual aid when consciousness instances are captured or somehow absorbed by the prison of matter and flesh and maintain a broad idea of what we are because that is what gives consciousness power in that we are both our conscious selves and also the flesh and environment which imprisons us maybe we even created it ourselves idk we’ll probably find out more when we die thank you for reading
I promise I’ll never stop being a super mega babe