Esotus - Shapeless Selves (feat. Killedmonk) Lyrics

Fingertips painting
Past the point of canvas making
String together other theories
Like a paper that's remaking hues

What's a person to do
Who's living in a shapeless land
Got a castle made of water
Drinking cup that's full of sand

See the castle's but a metaphor
Beyond the comprehension's thread
Water's but a drop of love
Shifting seas, instead

The drinking cup is, too
Symbolism quenching thirst
Filled with minerals
Once gathered from horizons of the earth

Put together sea and land
Witness waxing and waning
Like a total eclipse
A beach will pause and cause gazing

But the moment's but a moment
Passing through the temporal chamber
Breaking through the stratosphere
Phasing others out of danger

Welcome to this lesson
Where there's hardly any answers
Grab a pencil and a friend
And start to jot the thoughts of dancers

See rhythmically it's music
Poetically it's within a verse
Artistically it's freedom writing
Free Association's work

Structures of psychology
Mixed with some philosophy
Philosophized a rhyme
To see if something's left inside

But to go to inside the mind
As to find a solution
Is proving utterly useless
To find the stars that are still shooting

So dissolve within the movement
Making theories out of twine
Lyrically it's like a synonym
Of water verses wine

But, to digress, what is left
Within the mental state, defensive
Looking at the past
People's young and old preventions

Playing with some playdough
Metamorphosis like Plato
The adapting to change
Hurts like stepping on a Lego

See the ocean is too shallow
When compared to depths of space
Devoid becomes the little fish
Who believes they're one of the greats

On this little planet
Way below the hunger's greed
Are some seeds turned to sprouts
Bearing fruit to those who see

See the poor will then be fed
Upon the time the rich shall kneel
For the sights of what's to come
Will prove the castle to be real

So grab a drinking glass
Fill the cup full of earths sands
Let the fingertips start painting
On the canvas, mortal man

There's no lines within this life
So paint to the hearts content
And when there's trouble afoot
Begin to see the content

Breathe and then begin
To let the brush begin to flow
Witnessing the channels
Funneling a purple indigo

Feast upon the eyes to see
Lavender within the light
Artistic is another vision
To kaleidoscope the sight

Fingertips painting
Past the point of canvas making
String together other theories
Like a paper that's debating hues

What's a person to do
Thats living in a shapeless plane
Got a castle made of rhythm
Drinking cup that's filled with brain

See the castle's but a metaphor
Beyond the comprehension's thread
Rhythm but a way to live
Before the zombies can transcend

The drinking cup is, too
Symbolism quenching thirst
Sipping in the liquid thoughts
Beyond the purpose of self worth