| Saw through through the doors of a brave new world | 
| Like | 
| Distorted enormously in the mist of orders | 
| Fuck, we… | 
| They kept tryin' to | 
| gonna find | 
| How do I know if I can trust you if we’re even here? | 
| Do I trust in what in touch, in what I taste, in what I see, in what I hear? | 
| Somethin' I believe, some hidden truth on the inside, but it’s unclear… | 
| The last word of the first question | 
| How exactly do we define another’s perception of perfection? | 
| Do we keep lookin' for the answer? | 
| Do we research? | 
| Do we learn lessons? | 
| GG | 
| What you perceive to be a belief | 
| Cause my perception is unique to me | 
| Don’t try to compete with me | 
| We can never compare this life equally | 
| Cause nothing defines what seems to be stuck in divided frequencies | 
| concept of a mind | 
| I’ve got the vibe for this modern life | 
| Seven billion people all with different perceptions | 
| Can’t comprehend it, it’s too complex to mention | 
| Beyond your comprehension | 
| This quest to define ultimate direction | 
| Is like broadcasting a broadcast from an alternate dimension | 
| It’s quite | 
| The mind never got designed for this high tension | 
| And my essence, celestial body ready for the disectin' | 
| It’s all black and white, right? | 
| No | 
| I live life inside a kaleidescope | 
| I ain’t got the kinda for «My Own Private Idaho» | 
| I don’t know if I can go the higher road | 
| We lookin' for truth and although we do | 
| Just nobody been able to find it though | 
| Whoa | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| How we to be confined | 
| And lookin' hopin' to find | 
| Somethin' that can’t be defined | 
| On this rock we all… | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Probably can’t be confined | 
| To 's gonna find | 
| Somethin' that can be defined! | 
| You’d wonder what’d be like | 
| To see life through another person’s eyes | 
| Maybe the sky it’d be burnt and bright | 
| The whole world it’d turn me blind | 
| But my head is my head alone | 
| My brain’s lookin' for a better home | 
| And to let it know there’s nowhere to go | 
| will never know | 
| Stuck with this perception, ha? | 
| Must be misdirection, yup | 
| Cursed with interjections at the fucker who invented us | 
| God dammed god | 
| Every prayer’s met with the wrong answer | 
| I just wanna know if truth exists or if it’s just a phantom | 
| How do I know what yet is true? | 
| How do I know the difference between red and blue? | 
| How do I know if red for me is red for you? | 
| And where to move? | 
| And every step that’s ahead of you | 
| Presents a sepparate sets of truths | 
| Turnin' you in a new direction you never knew | 
| And these avenues never attempt to explain how they up | 
| Was it, somethin' in the | 
| Or was it the way you were up? | 
| Or… | 
| Is it hidden in an inner area in your mind | 
| In a memory that we can never find | 
| And if so, then why the fuck are we looking for order? | 
| This is nothing but a rehersal | 
| She might see eyes in the fire | 
| But I see «Smoke on the Water» like Deep Purple | 
| In a fever of synesthesia that colors my retina display | 
| Far beyond a Macintosh laptop Retina Display | 
| So let’s play! | 
| Whoa | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| How we to be confined | 
| And lookin' hopin' to find | 
| Somethin' that can’t be defined | 
| On this rock we all | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Wow | 
| Probably can’t be confined | 
| 's gonna find | 
| Somethin' that can’t be defined! | 
| You world ain’t my world | 
| And my world ain’t your world | 
| In fact what I know I don’t know cause I unlearn | 
| You life ain’t my life cause my life is mine | 
| What I see you don’t cause reality ain’t defined | 
| Reality ain’t defined | 
| In every space and time | 
| Yo, it’s been in your state of mind | 
| On a synesthesian lights | 
| If the answer’s this crazy life | 
| Just headin' straight for the sky | 
| If the heavenly gates are wide | 
| There’s a hell a wait in the line |