4. Thereforeverything

oo4: THEREFOREVERYTHING

created from jan. 2001 - dec. 2001

1| WELL OF IMAGINATION

2| A DEFENSE MECHANISM

3| BETWEEN THE EYES

4| DRAINED BENEATH VACUITY

5| SUBCONSCIOUS UNDERCURRENTS

6| THE MAGNETIC GROUNDS

7| NEOPLASMIC

8| SUPERFICIAL MODIFIER

9| TRANCE POSE

10| BEYOND THE OBVIOUS

11| EMBRACE

12| FLAWLESS EXPECTATIONS

13| ALBINO WOLF

14| CARELESS GHOSTS

15| LAVA RECEPTOR

16| THE DRUG WITHIN YOU

17| BULLETPROOF HEART

18| TRAPDOOR SORCERY

19| THEREFOREVERYTHING

20|  SEWAGE VESSEL

I: WELL OF IMAGINATION

A productive blind member on a straight line

Dictated and manipulated by an upper-hand

Two-fold meaning within each digital rhyme

Identified inborn abilities, it's time to apply

Stained by a mirror, subtracting potential that can be

To maintain this form of sanity, daily primary priority

Left of what is right lies an open space

Create an uncharted infinite landscape

Dissolved when submitted to oneness

Remembrance of a dream of a face that reminds me

This mind is mine and free to choose what i believe

II: A DEFENSE MECHANISM

An interruption of a deviation in progress

Far too far gone for you to even address

There is no connection to the intangible from here

Shadows of a burnout, left blind as an edge is near

These words are eventually absorbing

I believed in a disability when aborting

Behind what is true lies an opening where contempt mourns

To find an identity inside, naïve ones enter, apply its horns

III: BETWEEN THE EYES

Navigate a pattern that you create

Using a third-eye to communicate

I am restrained from who i am, it's building up and slowly fading

Your heart is emitting radiant colours that i know exist within me

Something just like me is what i always seeked

Now i can't help but think how fucking naive

When words were transmitted

I was viewing a mirror image

On the surface it was all visible

Except the dirt lying just below

IV: DRAINED BENEATH VACUITY

Anything that mattered we rebelled against again

Nothing is wrong, build up from this point, then sustain

With an open mind, create something to call your own

See that what you are only exists if you make it sewn

None of these doors remained shut

So you had to contain a self-inflicted rut

Accept that nothing changes if you choose to bring nothing forth

In a world where dreams don't feel the same as what was before

They say: turn onto this life that has driven you over the edge

Just try to forget the constant synchronicity of nature's madness

V: SUBCONSCIOUS UNDERCURRENTS

The medicated dream-like presence

Is a shallow excuse for being irrelevant

A melancholic blackened obsession

Will give you a worshipping lesson

An altered mind would no longer be mine

Just a duplication of that which i disliked

Paranoia stemmed since you've realized

There is no such thing as a coincidence

An undercurrent no longer is a delusion

Turned into a subconscious conclusion

VI: THE MAGNETIC GROUNDS

Laying down thinking uncomfortably

Not succeeding in finding pure peace

A wandering broken chain-reaction

Like a non-living attempt at conception

Results like a karmic curse

Leaving unquenched thirst

Ignorance of life's boundaries sure to become tragedies

Destroying this mysogyny, worn beyond what you can see

Solution always in the back of my mind

All these blocks make it so hard to find

But i'm breaking this down one last time

Cause i can finally read life like it's mine

VII: NEOPLASMIC

Constant shifting everyday makes you go the wrong way

No common paths, these tangled wires will lead to fakes

Something in me, something in you that can be

In time i have realized it's in me only to release

Things you did not want to see before

Were kept ignored inside a locked door

Easily the thoughts start flowing in

This mind has been too opened

No filtering seems to be in effect

Certain things which need neglect

Paranoid flickering on a screen

No connection to this twisted dream

The real within is layed upon the morters of insecurity

Swaying back and forth looking for sources of self-pity

VIII: SUPERFICIAL MODIFIER

Finding a sense of ease where there is no-one to please

Outside filters try to break you down by labelling it disease

Felt tingles which were obviously a blatant lie in disguise

Broken beyond repair is your excuse for escape

Under layers of hiding we seemed to feel safe

The word "can't" should stand for an enemy we're against

In a self-inflicted deep-space the reality is never sensed

So close to the solution, tell myself it will make me whole

Cruel reminders keep penetrating digging into my soul

IX: TRANCE POSE

Without tools to bring a cold mechanism back together

Easy to get caught constantly under the weather

Urges creeping through

Fighting what we do

An ego inflation button became too easy access

A result of being a mess from dabbling in excess

Every base that is available to navigate

Was left alone so long you now seem fake

X: BEYOND THE OBVIOUS

We tend to outline the obvious and deny it at the same time

Creating a constant intolerable paradox in a shifting paradigm

Occasionally i travel lost within my own self

Seems i've burnt the maps in a personal hell

The warmheartedness that came naturally

Was temporarily in a self-induced freeze

Infinite possibility within the black of your eyes

Becomes a reminder that i need to feel alive

If someone tries to force self-pity

I forever will know my true identity

XI: EMBRACE

When i'm underwater i feel at home

Away from a world too easy to disown

A twisted up perception realization

Is the defense against an inner demon

Worst possible thoughts always hurt me more than them

In time i've traced a fragment from where it always stems

Making this place easier to understand

Not wasting time trying to comprehend

The true me is about to reach the surface

Two-fold chaos luckily has a visible end

XII: FLAWLESS EXPECTATIONS

I see you permanently far away from me

Dislocated i will perceive you as a tease

I'm seeking your buried treasures

So you create a maze to pleasure

Naivety flowers over, filling me with a sense of closure

You tell me to speak louder as if to viciously overpower

But i know it's you who lack true purity

Because you're a product of the t.v.

In a world with endless matter

Makes no sense to be devoured

XIII: ALBINO WOLF

This screen is like a dream

And it's never what it seems

No way to predict where it will lead

Their other views try to force-feed

Just when you think you know where it should be

Something in the way, the helpless starts to bleed

Waking up wishing it was another dimension

Because this chaos builds up into a tension

Without the aid of a medicated state

My mind was being raped day after day

XIV: CARELESS GHOSTS

We've activated some kind of realm

Where the cherished are stepped on

Never agreed with these ways i seem to have become

A cycle of witnessing where locked door things come from

A sinus problem created a cold-hearted misfortune

From an antisocial outcast to complicated tongues

The fear we've lived on is no longer a necessity

Our minds are weapons fighting this insecurity

Walks around trapped in an introspective nightmare

Spinning around without a sense of control or care

XV: LAVA RECEPTOR

Truly immersed by a realism current

Mediocre "nature" breaks down [another casualty]

Need revival and not a typical violent

A constant race without room [receptor reality]

Overcoming the bad-luck fate

Why must this god ever rape?

A dreaded arrow push in the wrong direction

Lava flows until you need strong discretion

XVI: THE DRUG WITHIN YOU

Away from you i deal with useless wondering and speculation

Close to you i find the required satisfying sense of exhilaration

In a heap of psychic chaos, can't find the words

Just then you fall into the floor, turning real sore

I'll predict something beforehand but not realize it

Like a mind at light-speed on a quicksand diet

Something as pure as you i could not stand just to use

That's abuse, all i want is the apparent drug within you

XVII: BULLETPROOF HEART

You're not free yet

If you're still freezing

Tried to defrost your heart

Like a long forgotten art

What you need is a restart

Drive a motive like a car

Soon enough you'll see a star

But somehow it looks way too far

Only because you're being way too hard

Just bring what you know is real at heart

It's frozen now but able to melt

When it does thoughts are silk

No longer obstructed by that guilt

Keep at it some more, get a refill

Open up and you'll feel much better

Screw any mood that's under weather

XVIII: TRAPDOOR SORCERY

Dealing with excessive horror

Instead of a fun-filled whore

Broken promises made litter

Excuses so that you feel better

Thought of an insecurity, heard a sound sync with it

A sugar-sweet lie leaves a bad aftertaste temper fit

Never ever raw enough and nothing left to say

Appears to be calm while extremities remain

Innocence: since when is it an invitation to destruction

If lust is sin, be careful not to trip over a red-eyed nation

Broken fragments of what used to be

Stuck in a loop of trapdoor sorcery

Every thought created by an existing creature

Links the fabric between one seeker and another

XIX: THEREFOREVERYTHING

This pitiful map of a predictable situation

Expecting someone to change the station

They await a glitch in order to take advantage

Activating a switch which keeps them distracted

Something keeps pushing me to align into a line

Always think love is only a simple matter of time

In spite of this foul setting derailed

Thereforeverything, still i smiled

As i dig deeper into the outline of this real-time

Always some ignorance acting inferior sublime

XX: SEWAGE VESSEL

I have lost myself so many times to the virus

Want myself to recognize the real in all of us

The structure is back again, we must build it stronger this time

Corpses that you hacked, like motives injected by another kind

We need to dispose of a bad switch which keeps us away from truth

Have to connect now instead, blame equals division, refuse to lose

Enchancements: Cannabis, Dextromethorphan, Psilocybin