We are the object and the subject in this claustrophobic dream
Where all the walls are painted see through
Yeah I've got other people's eyes inside this skull of mine so what am I Oh what am I?
Is a puppet with no strings autonomous or does it exist does it exist?
I had a thought but I was never the one that thought of it
Hell is a body lacking orifices
Orifices
And the androids dream
The simulacra have shed their strings
And the androids dream behind static curtains of a conscious
a conscious sleep
We're structured engendered conditioned cemented
Now the shadows rule this prison eternally projected
Displacement's got me seeing ghosts there's no original we are all copies God comes forth from the stage
We burn creators to nothing now the matrix is all we have one time I looked into the mirror and there was nothing looking back
Nothing looking back
Looking back
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309