Powdered Water Too Pt. 1

If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested

They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it

And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric

We only know it's a cubicle because we live outside it

Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend his measurements

Because measurements are models made up for and by observers

Relative to their position on the outside of the cubicle

Though understand objectively so they can study further

If I grew up in a cubicle the walls are in my universe

I have no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do

If you follow what I say and can swallow the powerdered water

Close your eyes and open your minds, this one's for you

And the brain equals a cubicle we'll never think outside it

Now inside wanna try to tie a diagram to modify them

I'm there as a hybrid of a body of a pirate

Of a soul that can fly without control

Realizing the brain ticks at six billion signals per second

And most of hidden and not given to the senses

Whether to do a few futile primitive tools to perception

livin in a universal pool of first hand deception

The mind's job is to recieve the signals

And block the ones out that coincide with imprinted symbols

That way the information you obtained is recognized

Reality is thinkable and comparable to space and time

It makes a map of the territory that gives us the gives us

The topic of the Copenhagen interpretation of modern quantum

Physics which states we dont know the meal

We only know the menu that our brains tell us is real

We dont know the rules of our heads

From inside these cubicles we cant see the truth

No one really knows exactly what happens when we think

Therefore we can never really ever know anything

This is the consciousness revolution

You got the right to think

Don't think about it just do it

(repeats stanza til fade out)