歌词
You are here.
Awake.
Wrapped tightly in your comfortable material world.
A delicate hallucination threads together an ocean of vibrating particles like a quilt.
And you lay here.
Awake.
Your thoughts begin to slow down mechanically,
as though their very chemical function is being frozen.
Cold.
Static.
You feel calm as your control is stripped away.
And breathe slowly as abstract matter begins to envelop your physical space.
It feels so natural slipping from this world.