LYRICS
PUNCHING HOLES INSIDE PERCEPTION
You say all memories follow
Lines of linear progression.
I say your memory’s hollow,
Punching holes inside perception.
I awake, and open my eyes.
Then a picture forms in my mind.
Inverted reality, see?
My brain turns you around for me.
But how do I know which is real?
When emotions are chemical,
How are we able to discern
If our response is typical
Or if it should give us concern?
I sleep now, having closed my eyes.
A picture has formed in my mind.
Inverted reality, see?
My brain pulling you through to me.
But how do I know which is real?
Do we stand outside, peering in?
Do we grow, or only grow old?
What do we hide behind our skin?
Let go the things you cannot hold.
I awake, and open my mind.
Assume your pain, now it is mine.
Throughout this life we suffer loss.
We accord meaning to the cost.
Do we ever heal what turns ill?
And when will I know which is real?
Lines of linear progression.
I say your memory’s hollow,
Punching holes inside perception.
I awake, and open my eyes.
Then a picture forms in my mind.
Inverted reality, see?
My brain turns you around for me.
But how do I know which is real?
When emotions are chemical,
How are we able to discern
If our response is typical
Or if it should give us concern?
I sleep now, having closed my eyes.
A picture has formed in my mind.
Inverted reality, see?
My brain pulling you through to me.
But how do I know which is real?
Do we stand outside, peering in?
Do we grow, or only grow old?
What do we hide behind our skin?
Let go the things you cannot hold.
I awake, and open my mind.
Assume your pain, now it is mine.
Throughout this life we suffer loss.
We accord meaning to the cost.
Do we ever heal what turns ill?
And when will I know which is real?