| The mind is its own place, so it’s a base in itself
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| When it’s impatient, paradise feels like a prison cell
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| And it’s wasted, but however far from grace it fell
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| The mind can still make a heaven out of raising hell
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| We live in a strange realm, and I’m beginnin' to doubt
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| My ability to figure it out; |
| now
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| If the mind is its own place, then mine is an open space
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| I’m home on the range like a coyote roaming the plains
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| Showing strangers how to notice correlations, only
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| I’m facin' down some cowboys makin' loud noises
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| Hoping my home is a vacant location so they can take it
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| It’s the same ancient battle for the temple of the mind
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| That people have been fighting since the beginning of time
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| And the winning side has always been the mentally blind
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| Who try to simplify everybody into two different kinds
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| Of people: «You're either with us or against us, and you’d better decide
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| Or you’re gonna get criminalized!»
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| In this critical fight, I’m livin' behind enemy lines
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| Keepin' my mind open like a nympho’s vagina
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| Tryin' to fill it with every different kind of info I can find |
| And you know why? |
| ‘Cause propaganda machines
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| Can teach you a whole lot about an enemy’s strategies
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| And every piece of data feeds into reality
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| There’s no need to understand, just believe
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| Hidden in the temple in the center of my head
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| I’ve invented a script that can never be read
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| I write it as I’m livin it a few steps ahead
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| And if I’m ever gonna quit then I better be dead
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| When the mind finds itself in a police state
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| It needs a secret place to keep it safe
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| And when it’s mistreated daily and repeatedly disgraced
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| It stays sane by retreating into the deepest cave
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| Where the siege is laid to keep the demons at bay
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| But the easiest way to break free from these chains
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| And make peace is to take a leap of faith
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| And believe something that can’t be reasonably explained
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| That’s how people change, by takin' a chance
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| On a path when they can’t see the destination in advance
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| And laughin' in the face of disaster when their best-laid plans
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| Are translated into wastelands; |
| it doesn’t make sense
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| But all you need is a beat and street corner to break-dance |
| And no scientist could ever explain that with brain scans
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| ‘Cause the mind is the one place in the infinite expanse
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| Of creation that still has infinite space to expand
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| Hidden in the temple in the center of my head
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| I’ve invented a script that can never be read
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| I write it as I’m livin it a few steps ahead
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| And if I’m ever gonna quit then I better be dead
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| There’s a place in the mind that waits in silence
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| Until it’s awakened by some inspiration inside it
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| Sometimes the sensation is violent, and we’re surprised
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| By the places it finds us; |
| in strange environments
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| We do exactly what the act of creation requires
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| It takes an entire civilization to change the climate
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| Into a lake of fire, but at the same time
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| Every person is alone when they change their mind
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| So the landscape inside is one of the only places
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| I know of that’s really capable of homeostasis
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| In times of crisis; |
| it’s a lonely oasis
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| Where you’re totally safe, a place to resist the barrage
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| Of information in this modern day system of ours
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| I walk through it feeling like I’m living on mars |
| Recognizing ninety percent of it as just a mirage
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| That’s why I’m tryin' to drop the curtain on the Wizard of Oz
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| ‘Cause behind the smoke machines and faces made of green plastic
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| I feel like there’s real magic that people can access
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| If they learn to reach past all the easy answers
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| And ceaseless distractions that we’re always being harassed with
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| All you need to grasp is that the mind is its own place
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| And when you make this known then no one can take your home away
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| And nothing you do to improve it will ever go to waste
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| And you can use it to create your own fate, so don’t throw it away
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| Hidden in the temple in the center of my head
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| I’ve invented a script that can never be read
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| I write it as I’m livin it a few steps ahead
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| And if I’m ever gonna quit then I better be dead |