Synapse - D.M.T. lyrics
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There's fucking complex geometric patterns
Moving in synchronous order in three-dimensional space
And it's like there are arteries
Except there's not blood pumping to them
There's fucking lights
Pulsating lights with no boundaries
And you can't really understand it
And there's an alien communicating with me
Who looks like, like, sorta like a Thai Buddha
Except he's made entirely of energy and there's no
There's no, like outline to him, he's just one thing
And he's concentrating on me
And he's trying to tell me not to give in to astonishment
What the fuck is that?
DMT!
You've gotta be fucking shittin' me
And I'm a stand-up comedian, you know
'Cause as a stand-up comedian we pry ourselves in being able to describe things
So I'm like: "How the fuck am I gonna talk about this?!"
What the fuck is that?
And the bigger the dose, the more your brain protects you
DMT!
What?