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foster the prankster - behind the doors lyrics

[foster]
so in the end, my understanding is that
we are organic life forms, in the flesh
animated by electromagnetic signals
broadcast over a complex network of
circuits in a central nervous system
that dictate our actions, all while
caught in a constant state of perpetual motion

[verse]
tryna say what’s on my mind/would take up all my time/
frankly i just never been the/type to fall in line/
late nights wishin/debating why am i different/
pay the price of admission/and pray it’s the right decision/
nevermind explaining the gamе/find your position/
you say i’m isolated/i say i’m minding my business/
only child, i used to/drеam and wonder how music work/
breakin down concepts/deconstructing the universe/
mostly that just alienated/me from my peers/
like we been speakin’ different/languages all of these years/
most the time i put my faith in/others, i been let down/
i see between the frequencies/but have you ever pet sounds?/
+n+lyze the physics/but you can’t deny specifics/
you sanitize the science/i’m defined by intuition/
it’s never up to us to know/what anything becomes/
‘cause everything is nothing/and it’s everything at once /
[foster]
a series of moments of conscious interfacing with
waves and particles in a representation of the physical world
but knowing, all the time, that there’s this astral dimension
just beyond the veil of the perceived frequencies of light and sound
in this form of sp+ce, time and matter
where most are just floating, like empty ghosts…

[verse]
if you still hearin’ my voice/quotin’ my lyrics/
i left this behind so i’m still/technically here in spirit/
speaking through the airwaves/did it with no airplay/
i never could’ve did it this way/if i did it their way/
spend all this time chasin’/a high that’s high maintenance/
that type of life don’t/resonate with my vibration/
my motivation was writin’/rhymes, making you question/
stop prayin’ for signs/if you not payin’ attention/
gotta make up your mind or/they’ll try and change your perception/
sell your soul a little each/time you make an exception/
break your moral compass and/tell you change your direction/
i embrace the connection with/even greater dimensions/
see the layers as separate but/woven between the fabric/
know there’s a deeper magic in/focus than we imagine/
i was speakin in code but that’s/growin’ to be a habit/
one day you’ll understand/i just hope that i see it happen/
[foster]
and where demons and devils are running wild but
every now and again, there’s a chance to
catch a glance from a stranger you’ve met
on the other side of the looking glass
and slip ’em a reminder with a wink and a smile
like a callback to some great, big, cosmic inside joke…
as if to say, “who knows if this is the last time our paths might cross
but when you hit the trails, either way, i wish you well…”

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