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In My Head
Focus
Don't forget this
I should write this down but
I'm isolated and trapped within my mind
A second ago I was feeling childish
Then I noticed it was just the infancy of man
I had a thought there but I lost it
Something about how we can only be a reflection of our self
Realities fades out every time I make a movement
I am only one of trillions of existences
I need to feel this
I must experience this reality
I must come to terms with the truth
That I'm still only in an adolescent state
I'm growing ever slowly
When I come back down from all of this I'll
Be that much closer to holding
Clutching
Grasping
A fraction of the knowledge spinning through our universe
I think I'm god
I think we are all our own benevolent spirits
I think that here none of you exist
You're merely residual manifestations of my previous ideals and mentalities
I can hear the echo of consciences splashing back and forth
I can feel the waves of curiosity carry me away
I am hanging on to every little experience
Every little fiber
My sense of touch is fascinating me
I can see
I can hear
I can taste
I can smell and
I can feel
I've taken all of this for granted
Don't forget this
Hold it inside
Don't forget this
I must hold on tightly on my way down
Don't forget this
I should write this down but
I'm isolated and trapped within my mind
A second ago I was feeling childish
Then I noticed it was just the infancy of man
I had a thought there but I lost it
Something about how we can only be a reflection of our self
Realities fades out every time I make a movement
I am only one of trillions of existences
I need to feel this
I must experience this reality
I must come to terms with the truth
That I'm still only in an adolescent state
I'm growing ever slowly
When I come back down from all of this I'll
Be that much closer to holding
Clutching
Grasping
A fraction of the knowledge spinning through our universe
I think I'm god
I think we are all our own benevolent spirits
I think that here none of you exist
You're merely residual manifestations of my previous ideals and mentalities
I can hear the echo of consciences splashing back and forth
I can feel the waves of curiosity carry me away
I am hanging on to every little experience
Every little fiber
My sense of touch is fascinating me
I can see
I can hear
I can taste
I can smell and
I can feel
I've taken all of this for granted
Don't forget this
Hold it inside
Don't forget this
I must hold on tightly on my way down
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