Ethereal Downtime Letra

are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labour
Can't conduct, exquisite
The realms of feeling empathy and implicit
Think elementally
All this spoken arithmatism (?)
And once having been experimentally envisioned in
Animated person's glaring eye
You can't communicate, live or even come to find
Without such inklings, laced, magnanimous to the sense
Go ahead and try
And be mistook by
Underhandedness of man to decree
Tense are exemplify the expansive gift
Called me, myself and I
Without a canvas, gentle devotion
And hence
Cerebellum medulla in emotion
Or get the heart and soul lingually interwoven
Hence, for the weak-seekers God says
'Mankind is chosen, to fully partake'
Notice, not every purpose supplied
Case, getting olden
For medium or in expressive
And every transient fibre and shred
Of her or him
Friend, you may begin to awaken
At any point, in, when, or what if? Question
In short, show some respect for perfections
Last pack (enhancer?) left with humane connections
Then scribe out some soul with ressurected intention
Not accustomed to in these parts
Since persective ascensions
Pass a little dark for the bottom-dwelling populace farce convention
And the clandestined are
Essence disciples, lesson the passive trifle
Totally typical tidal temperaments
Affliction of the vital
Your testaments of life
Cycle through the excrements internally
Or get your wits about you, ernestly
Curving your weight, inadvertently
On one leg, unscathed index finger
Realizing enlightenment
Treads earthlessly in retroactive security
Of whats destined, reflect assuredly
The clearing from which you compose is under protection
Of the mercifully arose through correction
Personally potent, peripheral visionary
So rest in, our radical endorphin vortex
And be among the mystics of cerebral cortex
Where we're all adored, suns and droplets
Of a greater head-rush
Welcome, intact eligible flux
Of emotion, spirit and mind thus
All infinite cells are intertwined
About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust

Left:
Trust, remain the unparalleled
Permits persisting to jump
From a severe brainstorm's got stung
Step back, scale, insight stain struck
As wonders clap pale the span of soul-lit skies
Setting tight feelings, wail humans liberal cries
Til our own moment prevails
When a gap in the the lyrics never tries
And catch worse benchmarks
Why? It's not a moving piece of art
I couldn't invigorate a part in these incredibally potentially
Charged sinks over experience
Embarks on a vantage of intuitive's over
These emotionally stark foreshadows grasp hold of bars
Than all of ballpoint may ever are (?)
craft and found and join into structures
Such a ma-magnificent use of the writing
If none stutter the buoyantly innocent
So easily amused, subconsciencely contrast
My levelled inner views
Who seemed only to stew adrift with more further
and keener in tune sense of the yet-to-be channeled soon
Murmered, as healing echoes of two cents, while in shambles
Usurper commemorated annals of insecurity
Gorge fears, your (?) owes
Candles, to be mailed decrees
Tear, providing contemporary debries cleared
The skull slips willingly beneath the queer
More cataclysmic hush, as ideal embodiement steps for flush
Before cluttered mind to fantastically thrust life force
Upon bluish lines
Of course ultimately, brittle paper is touched
transgressing all secular confines

Right:
Otherwise neutralities for the stillborn
And large rocks and ill-advised by incorporated ones
Who want not again and again
Invoke these acts, rehash, master plan
You couldn't remain in, digitally orchestrated
And then shoved down throats through suspect temples
So when time shines next, glaze on over
And indulge the once removed cousin of purchasing power
Run along, browse, to where putting neon solicits, impairing judgement
And I bet, crude names, the label reads
'Strict 9' while the cover says 'good for you too'
In the neatest font, slicker than that fraction snapshot
No, I beg of you, don't jump
Make the most of deja-vu
Before assuming a position that once extinct 50
Plus or minus umpteen senses been swapped
For the latest in compact... shit
Something should turn on, chime or dong
Your private parts are being touched, and forcibly at that
It's okay, feel violated, anything but entertained
Or bound and gagged, rather than financed
Mister impulse, and his rarefied woodship quartet
Be nice to your tape-deck, after all
Personal components don't have a power button
It's no secret, every culture has technical difficulties
And bad levels, be complacent, me? I'll stay critical
And oh yeah, before you go
Don't take any fibreglass navels

And the labours of the lyricist unerlined
His strange fellows, squinted ears, if you think inclined
The given becomes a must
Until no one image, vibration or line could be too much
Or any origin of these deep minds
Only us fuse, commune and combine
By changes cuss, therefore no-one's blameless
While our generation proceeds to burn on and aimless
I haven't the famous, what leads the disciple with experience famous
or any more priviliged for being so aimless
'But a power source is limitless,' heinous, molesters of the soul
Natural impotence remain in, which can sustain this day and age
Is mangy, frustrated, maneless, prides of future shameless
Low blow (ignoramus?) what's established my decrepit
Innocent stripper, You can't go against the grain
Whole persons would think quicker without your vanity clogging (?)
Be a stainless (?) is bigger, still it doesn't stop hither
As young women portray the whorey witch
High matriarch of slutdom elects death bushes
Won't find fatal futility of guns are quite belligerently from
The not so distand land of insufficient funds and bastard sons
You're withering away at the hands of
Dogs and dones delighted to defoliate wherever some green may run
Then disperse to a slow trickle, offend and praising the sociopathic sickle
Over the very burning light
Which ripple your crumbling hides from dunes
Grossly disfigured nipples, so there you stand
knowledgebly gleamed, and esteemed, poised to speak
In the orders, lime-lit green, atop a soapbox of the knees
Trusting screams, this time pause and wipe fortune slate clean
Before empowering slugs, do it to me
From those idolized lips, brother, things can always be better than this
Why not get a grip? Let the gaudy ode drip, and let the record skip
As you Idle-ly hear enough to stitch
Showing them all how hip-hop exists independant of any
poster, post or and fantasize, love was what got us through
2 decades of yes y'all and it don't quit and if you feel need
Get back to it, by staking pain in what you hit
There's been enough, give me more a mind to eclipse
An eternity (?) shine all-round breakers with interest in
Must have been re-aligned, your greatest strength will have only begun to climb
Forgive, thanks, peace, love
Maintain the forms bind, if I may be frank
Speaker and listener are two of a kind
While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line
What's content is ours to define
Within the clutch of ethereal downtime..

There is no paid born tribulation
Arduous enough true love laden
Flied to uncut or morsel indignation
are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labour
Can't conduct, intact eligible flux
Of emotion, spirit and mind thus
All infinite cells are intertwined
About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust
If you think inclined, the given becomes a must
until no one image, vibration or line could be too much
For any energy origin, these minds
Only us fuse, commune and combine by changes cusps
Speaker and listener are two of a kind
While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line
What's content is ours to define
Within the clutch of ethereal downtime..