@ @ [02:49.74 Research finding pathways in the seamless web In black spaces between words a field unknown Repeat endless mantras of the stored collective drown A surface-world is what the senses show But you cannot taste the essence of your soul [01:52.96 [01:55.74 [01:58.30 [02:01.56 [02:04.44 [02:09.75 [02:12.44 Through false sensory perceptions of the flesh You paint without colours on a canvas blank Deceived by the history on which we do bestow Based on the past we re-enact what's gone And when all else fails your essence will go on [02:15.60 [02:20.98 Now behold- conflict is gone Whatever you find is never the truth Unless it doesn't die as time goes by Whatever you find you just have to wait All things found will in time be gone Now behold - conflict is gone