If I hand't blown my mind on LSD
I'd have blown out my brains.

Time is relative.
Then surely experience
And if experience is relative
It’s cousin reality is too.

So many spinning plates flicking our fates
The wheel of fortune
The whispers of angels
The silk of devils and deities
So many gods to cut through the fog

Just another cog is I.
Ey
It’s true, we know the pieces just not how they fit.

A puzzle without corners,
A room without walls
Dwarfs ten feet tall and giants looking up at blades of grass.

Reality is relative, reality is profanity.
Reality is sight, but a blind man can still breath.
A deaf man sing.

Don’t worry about clipping your wings, heaven is for those who fear the devil. And if you fear you feed. Fear the fearful, they don’t get it at all.