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 world it
And wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric
We only know it's a cubicle because we live it

Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend his
Because measurements are models up for and by observers
Relative to position on the outside of the cubicle
understand objectively so they can study further

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

And the equals a cubicle we'll never 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 control

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

The mind's job is to recieve the
And block out the ones that coincide with imprinted symbols
way the information you obtained is recognized
Reality is thinkable and to space and time

It a map of the territory that gives us
The of the Copenhagen interpretation of modern quantum
Physics which states we know the meal
We only know the menu that our brains us is real

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

This is the consciousness
You got the right to
think about it just do it
(repeats til fade out)