Mt. Analogue - Look at You Lyrics

If you met you from the past would you like you now
Would you like your style
Would you like your life
Livin' up in hypotheticals
Hypothetically I'm me from the past on the move
Future, it's not here might never be
Life enemy
Be here now please
Drool at the screens that bought you
Pool up the blood on your knees
Who taught you
Spiraled addiction, addicted to confidence
Juicing the fruit of your mind
Finding common sense
Commonly known as a timely prediction
Summon the god... contradictions
Casting away while you're watching me
Watching you
Digital Death, Digital Molecules
Chipping away at the daylight
Photons looking inside of you insight

If you met a future you
Would you shake your hand
Would you understand
All things change
All things twist rearrange
All things shift in your brain
We are all static
Don't be dogmatic
Flickers of time
Sometimes erratic
Sometimes calm
Sometimes straight dropping bombs
Sometimes cry in the palms

Sometimes rough
Psyched out burned and tough
Questioning if you're enough
You are enough and I'm telling you
This is not easy
Gotta be strong
You gotta believe me
Sometimes we are a mess
Feeling the stress
And feeling depressed
The weight on our chest
As we question our common sense
Sleepless nights pretense

If you look right at you
You will see the truth
See the now
See your style
See how you really f*cking live
Not what you did
Not where you're going
But where you're at
Truth on that
You could be the one to find a new format
You could be the one to elevate your crew
But you gotta be the one to look at you

Volatile
Gone God to vile
Gone good to bad
Gone bad to good
You do not write the book
You're merely a bookmark
Looking for trademarks
Fiction
Till you complete some goals
Finding the people to play the rolls
Are you the person you thought you were
Or maybe a plot device occurred

Taboo script
Sometimes your bullets are flying straight from the hip
As you empty the clip in your story
Guns and glory
Allegories
Fall off the cliff notes
What was the concept
Rewrite the timeline
Yes there is time left
Rough draft
First last
Past present
Slow fast

Don't get lost in the thing that you want to be
You can disagree with your mind
Sometimes you've got to redesign
The way you're thinking
Obstacles, ego and pride
You've got to decide
Is it worth it, erase yourself
Redefine yourself
Refine yourself
3 Point point up to the wealth

You
You are not you
But the rippled existence of all that you knew
And all that you know
Flickering static
The pages are turning it's feeling dramatic

A play
Day by day
You set the stage and you walk away
You're pulling the curtain
Lights go on
You're up on the stage
And the script is gone