Luyện nghe bài hát …Powdered Water Too

If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once
They would only know the cubicle and not the outside it
And they view the cubicle as something geometric
We know it's a cubicle because we live outside it

Now the one inside the cubicle comprehend his measurements
Because measurements are made up for and by observers
Relative to position on the outside of the cubicle
Though objectively so they can study further

If I grew up in a cubicle the are in my universe
I no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do
If you follow what I say and can swallow the powdered
Close eyes and open your minds, this one's for you

And the brain equals a cubicle we'll think outside it
Now inside wanna try to tie a to modify them
I'm as a hybrid of a body of a pirate
Of a soul that can fly without

Realizing the brain ticks at six signals per second
And most of which are hidden and not to the senses
Whether to do a few futile tools to perception
in a universal pool of first hand deception

The mind's job is to the signals
And block out the that don't coincide with imprinted symbols
That way the information you obtained is
Reality is thinkable and to space and time

It makes a map of the territory gives us
The topic of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum
Physics states we dont know the meal
We only know the that our brains tell us is real

We don't know the of our heads
From inside these cubicles we cant see the
No one really knows exactly what happens when we
we can never really ever know anything

This is the revolution
You got the to think
Don't think about it do it
(repeats til fade out)