Escape from Hierarchical Perception of Feelings

Yo First of all son - peep the arson Because many of my thoughts are screaming like some kind of manic noise Now I'm becoming the sophisticated master of picking up the details from them Outer minds, intergalactic bursts in a macro scale Moving visuals are panoramic To cover the vertigo eyes wanting to hold on to the static While escaping the flawed consciousness of everything Hitting both sides of the skull They can't find the sobriety without a mess that holds them all So if I could look deep into myself since I see now I would say I got blind By the lack of light Nothing could've been done Though I woke up without asking "how am I feeling?" That was pointless and already done Shit, that's so obvious as annoying and blinding is the sun Paralysed like I was hit by a lightning But without a light and without a struck Disappointed curious child coming back to the blissful past Finding nothing in something And filling something in nothing That's the best yo That's the best that got the best out of me Since then I don't know where am I going But I am still sorry Of all of those wonderful glories of my worries That over dominated the wonderful twists of my emotions That used to define me but now I'm nauseous Escape from Hierarchical Perception of Feelings Escape from Hierarchical Perception of Feelings Escape from Hierarchical Perception of Feelings My homie is still floating all around his mind that's blowing In ultra-ballistic crowds of deliriums and afterimages that are screaming Hyper-realistic, fast-forward, flat surface polished Because we already know What the f*ck we've fucking just accomplished! We've won, we are already drinking liquor Cheers, because I'm so real yo I'm so real yo Like Salvador Dali's "Face of War" At the first glance that was a chance, I'm all for it and all in And now 'bout to fall in The constant falling Where there's no horizons that can be broadened But that self-esteem is fucking me over But that's good cause there's always something over Micro-macros - I'm here Stretched like elastane Desperate for a sustain of my continuable lasts In the bleak fog of the formless entities at last Your words on a lime-smeared glass I know that you are there but you aren't really there In the storm of euphemisms somehow I lost you My presence is ambiguous I mean imageless I mean- f*ck! Not clear That is the last thing it'll probably prevail Where it will reach the finish fixed line Where only then I will be fixed Crushing loneliness is never running out of steam In the netherworld of electric waves coalescing in the atmosphere