When will we stop lying to ourselves;
Allowing ourselves to believe that
Eyes wide open, lying naked on the floor
Our minds are being enlightened?
As images transcend
From clear patterns on the wall,
And sweating,
Your heart steadily beating,
You pray for some sort of chemical salvation.

We try to justify it to ourselves;
Make ourselves believe that
Dropped on a little piece of paper
Placed on eager tongues,
From clear patterns on the wall,
And hollow,
Senseless realizations,
The secrets of the universe have been revealed.

Is this the Messiah you have chosen?
The One you will bow down to?
Eyes wide open, gazing towards heaven—
Do you feel enlightened?
As images press against you
And rain down from cloudy skies?
Focused,
Your face alight with admiration,
You think you’ve discovered God’s truth.

But when will we stop lying to ourselves;
Allowing ourselves to believe that
Eyes shut tight, floating calmly on a rainbow
Our minds are being enlightened?
As patterns transcend
From the music all around you,
And sweating,
Your heart steadily beating,
You’ve attained a false salvation.