I stand on ceilings, my head still, the world spins
Been projecting so long now it's burned in
Down the slide, 'tween the lines ever swirling
I feel the patterns collide, resonant

Four walls reach up to the ceiling
Four walls reach down to the floor
Four walls that keep us believing
Those walls do not have a door
Each day, ear pressed to the glass, your
Fingers hunt for the cracks and the seams
Unsure what for, but there has to
Be answers, there has to be meaning
To the sequences repeating in the ether
To the hum you can feel in the walls
To the frequencies weaved in the speakers
That recur and recur in the call
Of the Shepard tone, in the telephone
Ever rising behind all you've ever known
Hear the metronome in the stretching stone
Blind to how it guides you, beckons home
Life behind glass, blindly typecast
Time's a tight grasp, fighting my past
All eyes wide as I find the right path
Tide gets high and now I'm the life raft
Crank the entropy to the nth degree
But identity is not a test to beat
Put a new slide up on the projector screen
I'll prove I'm more than just an entity

I stand on ceilings, my head still, the world spins
They've projected so long now it's burned in
Down the slide, 'tween the lines ever swirling
I feel the patterns collide, resonant

Under the overpass, where roads can overlap
How can you know a path fractured like broken glass
You can place the pin into the folded map
And see where you begin between the closing gaps
Above, the street, the sky below
The neon screams, the sirens glow
Between the seams of what you know
And what it seems, find me

Go on, forth, forward
Through dark, fear, unknown
Face trial, test, orchard
That weed might bloom, grow
Eidolon, child, contestant
Down crooked route, zone
In search of answers, question
In search of heaven, home

Spent my life inside of the house
But it's not just me who's trying to get out
Hear the knock deep in the concrete
But the song sheet's offbeat, sliding around
In my mind, it's a violent sound
Don't know which way's up and it won't pipe down
On the side of a high-rise, blind eye
To the line that's dividing the sky and the ground
So the FBC has set me free
Now NYC's seized by entities
See p6 picked for ascendency
'Cause I need to end these awes
'Been locked in a prison and mocked by the visions
Of a bomb logarithm, molotov coefficients
Mandelbrot you can plot in the flocks of the pigeons
Like a clot in the system 'tween the not and the isn't
Omniscient, pox-ridden, God's hidden, gone fishing
Clocks ticking but it's in an off rhythm
Paradoxically fighting paroxysm
My cognitions watching the block as the plot thickens
The black spots dropped from the cough of the mortician
The source of the problem is brought in to prohibit
The rot in the body it thought it was forbidden from
Like it's forgiven and buried after chore bidden

I've seen through the numbers, gone past the signs
Thrown out the compass, North Star was lying
We try our best to understand
Sometimes the dark has other plans
Shadows don't take too kindly
To those who try to rub the lamp
Behind each door, a hallway
And down each hall a thousand doors
The shining forms of Broadway
Collapse and fall upon the shore
A tide that calls to enter
You hear the ring and return
It hides the truth off-centre
Take off your blinkers and turn

The world is bent, capsizing
It fractures, sings, unfolds
Entwining virus, hijinks
Enraptures, grips, mold
Second place star, attorney
Defend, maintain, protect
Your winding path, journey
To salvage, resurrect

I stand on ceilings, my head still, the world spins
They've projected so long now it's burned in
Down the slide, 'tween the lines ever swirling
I feel the patterns collide, resonant

Under the overpass, where roads can overlap
How can you know a path fractured like broken glass
You can place the pin into the folded map
And see where you begin between the closing gaps
Above, the street, the sky below
The neon screams, the sirens glow
Between the seams of what you know
And what it seems, find me

Emergent insurgents interred in recursion
Perverse how, reversed, now the tail eats the serpent
Vice versa, inverting the firmament
Uncertain where terra-firma went
Life's a gas, we're all canaries
One way shaft to the mortuary
Alight the path, you ought be wary
The light it casts on ordinary