There is more to life than you believe. There is more to me than you can see. We all revolve around the number 3.
Our lives are nothing but an organized system of LINES.
Intersecting lines of 3. It is part of the code behind everything.
My music is the only thing that sets it free. I can see a different reality.
Let me show you what I mean…
“L” is the 12th letter of the alphabet.
“I” is the 9th letter of the alphabet.
“N” is the 14th letter of the alphabet.
“E” is the 5th letter of the alphabet.
“S” is the 19th letter of the alphabet.
These letters 12,9,14,5,19 spell “LINES”
Now using this equation 12,9,14,5,19, Mentally exercise and decode this message of everyday lives:
Your vacant ti(12)me in here f(9)rame by frame is y(14)our mo(5)dus operandi. Is that mu(19)ch of a living c(12)onfined to(9)what’s on dialogu(14)e? Coul(5)d you add lib a single ad(19)visable line? S(12)ay “What the(9)f**k is going on?” E(14)mulat(5)e the situations you th(19)ank for minute(12)thoughts t(9)riggering touch(14)es of I(5)nspiration. Draw atten(19)tion to propag(12)anda in a Ps(9)eudonym as the ti(14)tle is(5)recited in the verses. E(19)gotistical he(12)aring is Aw(9)akening my soul, o(14)mnibu(5)s are the words. How coul(19)d I be this way? D(12)ecadent. My(9)thoughts have vo(14)iced u(5)ltrasonic cries. In yes(19)terday I was re(12)fined, now e(9)mpathetic is my m(14)ind. Se(5)e alienorganization h(19)as taken over e(12)laborate a(9)utomation. It is r(14)ecrim(5)inating my sense of the(19)reprise. Can’t f(12)ind out the(9)reasons why I see(14)m so cl(5)arified, analyzing dif(19)ferent sides, r(12)atios of re(9)peating lines. Me(14)tapho(5)rically life is this pr(19)ogram I’m confr(12)onting. The(9)database is two f(14)iles u(5)nmasking each other’s s(19)tructure. The E(12)pisode met(9)hodical, and the o(14)ther b(5)asis is the logical one(19) .
Now start at the first letter of the passage I just read to you then count to the 12th letter. Letter number 12 is the first letter of my hidden message.
Then count 9 letters ahead from that and you will receive the next letter of my hidden message.
Then count 14 letters ahead from that and you will then receive the next letter of my hidden message.
Then count 5 letters ahead from that and you will then receive the next letter of my hidden message.
Then count 19 letters from that and you will then receive the next letter of my hidden message.
Then start over 12 letters from that repeating the pattern 12,9,14,5,19.
This spells out “IF YOU COULD SEE THE THINGS I SEE WOULD YOU SEE ME, HEAR ME, FEEL FREE, OR REFUSE TO BE?"
This is the hidden message behind everything I’ve grown to see…
There is a hidden message behind everything … And if you open your eyes, your ears, and breathe… then you will finally see what I mean.
Permanent make up all alone again erased the presence of change. Can’t live that way. So where do we go from here? Room3, the mental exercise of reading lives, broken reflections, fame, dead, goodbye.
now motivation scatters and my drive’s descending down,
so why keep going with no desire,
so why keep showing up?
Growing up… Never thought it would kill you,
and kill my reasons,
never thought this world would die,
so why,
did it exist in the first place?
The only place I know you,
where the name can’t find your face,
to face me,
I used to have this fantasy everyday that was the source of my strength and my will, that I’d reach a point of popularity where you couldn’t get rid of me, well you’d hear about me, read about me, and see me on TV, and you’d hear me on the radio, guess with your friends about how much money I make, then I’d take it all right to your front door with my album in one hand and a gun in the other hand pointed at my head, then I’d give you everything that I had, say “Thanks for the inspiration.” Before I painted your kitchen window with my brains,
I try to sleep, I cannot sleep this time, I try to dream, dream of being alive, I try to live, live this lie, of loving myself, of forgiving myself, as hard as the world sees me try.
So is it me, or does everyday seem like the day before, Is it possible to possess a key to every unlocked door, so that I may lock it up to feel assured, oh what’s the use anymore…oh what’s the use anymore…I live to die and I’m dying to live, since you and I ended time it’s all I miss, so is it me or did we fall beneath the lies, of who we wanted to be through our worldly disguise, if only I could see you one last time, I hope you lived a good life, I hope you had a good time, I live to die and I’m dying to live, since you and I ended time it’s all I miss.
Well there’s my wish, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, there’s my bliss, I play, the things I missed, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, to reminisce, day, days arise, to end my wish, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, when it lives, in my head, before I wake to this day, why can’t I stay?
I woke up feeling disarray, it seems like change is here to stay, can’t rearrange it, I can’t say that I give a fuck, cause I feel that I must, can’t rearrange it, I can’t rearrange it, create a world I call my own, cause it’s the only thing I’ve known, it gets darker as it goes, today, the ruins scatter out for miles, I’ll sit and think here for a while, just can’t explain it, just can’t explain it, I can’t say that I give a fuck, cause I feel that I must, can’t rearrange it, I can’t replay it, well I try to sleep, and dream at ease, at ease, at ease, WAKE, SLEEP, WAKE, SLEEP, WAKE, WAKE, WAKE, Please release, release, release me.
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead in my home, dead on my own, an endless monotone, dead on the phone, dead carved in stone, dead is all I’ve shown, dead in my soul, all it does is grow, I try to live, I try to go on, I try to live, dead, as real as it seems, life is in my sleep, time is just a dream, I try to breathe, but dead is all I speak, life is history, dead is all I see, as dead as I can be, I try to live, I try to go on, I try to live, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
Years I’ve lost, living this lie, so what’s the cost, to recreate time? And if she remembers me, it’s just a bad memory, deep inside regret, it’s better if she forgets, and loses me once again, the years have grown, my guilt stands still, my tears un sewn, myself to kill, and if she remembers me, it’s just a bad memory, deep inside regret, it’s better if she forgets, and loses me once again, in a bad memory.
The ways I’ve tried, to end my life, the pain inside, that made you cry, all the time, I remember… the time we shared, how much I cared, when you were scared, for me to bear, the love I could not repair, I remember… I try,to live my life, past that time, but I’m, stuck inside, the ways I try, to heal all the cries, between you and I, and live the life, I remember…
The aftermath, it’s been years and years, I wonder if she remembers, remembers at all, time grows for those who never fall, missing lives, missing faces, missing places, missing conversations, missing situations, were no dead, were not gone, cannot be read, cannot live on, because they never were, this is when I find myself again, dreaming of her.
Introspect… as this time is passing by, crashing as I die, I’m often asking, asking, why, no matter how hard I try, in the end, I seem to find, myself descend, out of mankind, in the back of my mind, watching their lives, and emotional ties, night after night, blind after sight, minutes at a time, push the limits of my mind, as I introspect, as I recollect, my retrospect’s, somehow it all connects, to living in fear, with vision so unclear, blinded by an invisible tear, coping with the evilness of a world so severe, leaving me alone out here, pacing again, facing the end, retracing my steps, relating events, that never made any sense, specific memories, of sadistic tendencies, of others giving into their fear, when there true selves were near, no wonder I’m all alone out here, pacing again, contemplating the end, as I try, to fantasize, about a life to live, but just psychoanalyze, and never compromise, the time to give, back to the thought, of the society I fought, the self image I’ve bought, and the conformity I’ve been taught, the normalcy I’ve lost, the price of everything and what life has cost, am I really me, or just a victim of imagery, with the wisdom of what I see, breaking down sanity, unleashing personality, and true reality, as I introspect, somehow it will all connect, as I recollect, my intellect, lost for years, still alone out here, screaming into a deaf ear, staring into this blind atmosphere, with vision crystal clear, as I’m pacing to vent, split into 50 percent, alone making amends, with imaginary friends, engraving my skin, reaching emotions deep within, bleeding out this melancholy feeling, gives my mind some healing, from falsified believing, emotional deceiving, killing my mental projection, of my self inflicting, contradicting, insecure reflection, it’s all an illusion, of precise and elaborate confusion, encased in all I see, in faces, in traces, of all she breathes, words of truth, to fulfill my needs. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, Not a faceless lie can dream inside and out of the days we were, It’s funny how I can think so much of memories, a life, a place, a time, a face, so unclear, the product of my fear, the love I feel, all of these things, possibly not even real… Remembering simply a feeling… A simple emotion, turned into a lifelong devotion, that has shaped my entire being, Of a brain that’s wired and seeking, the evolution of my resolution, fighting my way out of this mental institution, trapped inside this lie, the confines of my own mind, Sometimes I wonder if I have been in love all this time, with a fragmentation of my own imagination… Guess I’ll never know… the future sucks me into its time frame, into its mind game, and the further away she goes.
