TRIBUNAL

Part 1: Floating Perceptions

Everythings on the line

Everythings on the line

Is truth a feeling?

Is truth a feeling?

I’ve lived like its true

With all my testing

But all my test have failed

Been looking for a sign

Been looking for a sign

That can prove it to me

That can control the feelings

So they always say the same things

I make demands

On my convictions

Come and conform

To my weakness

To my weakness

Water has no shape

Paper will light

But it burns away

The map is never the same

It’s rearranged

It’s rearranged

So where's the ground

So where's the ground

So where’s the ground

The air on the water 

Makes my wind

The wind makes my weather

The weather makes my gods

And the gods they were me

I thought if I had my self

Then I’d be free

But I could not control the spirits

The weather controlled me

I became my own victim 

I became the truth I never wanted

I make demands

On my convictions

Come and conform

To my weakness

To my weakness

Water has no shape

Paper will light

But it burns away

The map

Is never the same

It’s rearranged

It’s rearranged

I’ve drained so many moments

I’ve dropped so many precious stones

I was searching for the feeling of life

Not life it self

Will I take its shape

Or will it take mine

I’ve wasted so much of my time

Proving to the accuser that I was right

I used the weakest to prove the strongest

But it never worked

It doesn’t last for long

Will I take its shape

Or will it take mine

I’ve made demands on you to fulfill

Come change my feelings

To prove that you’re real

I was searching for the feeling of life

Not life it self

Will I take its shape

Or will it take mine

I wanted my convictions to be safe

The weather had the key just in case

But the door was always open

But the door was always open

I wanted a button I could push

Like a light switched on to prove the truth

Will I take its shape or will it take mine

I have put you through so many testings

The award goes to the one who moves me

But even if you did there’s still tomorrow

There will be another test tomorrow

Because I never last for long

I’m a bucket of water that's full of holes

Will I take your shape

Or will you take mine

I wanted my convictions to be safe

But I don’t trust myself to feel the same

Water doesn’t get to pick its own shape

Weather doesn’t get to decide

I am the water with no shape

I am the weather that will change

If you take my shape

Your disqualified

I need something stronger than a feeling

I need something stronger than a feeling

I need something stronger than a feeling

Part 2: Words To Define Words

Everythings on the line

Everythings on the line

There is a new story

There is a new mono explanation

Where everything fits inside a tidy little box

Every answer comes from the same place

A tiny little box

The first hominin

Only new instinct

Homo erectus spiritualized

That which he could not understand

But the modern world

The modern man

Has given two thirds away

It seeks its truth

Explains it self

Solely with the mind

We are greater than what we understand

We are controlled by what we don’t

We are greater than what we understand

We are controlled by what we don’t

So one by one up the axioms go

Number one I exist

Number two I am myself

Number three I know what I feel

Number four it is reasonable to trust my senses

Number five senses are a tool of survival

Number six survival is desirable

The hunt for the transcendent objective

With the only tool natural selection allows

The impersonal mind

The impersonal mind

The impersonal mind

Subjective man has learned to wield

The objective mind

The processes claims itself the conclusion

I hear the presentism shouting its own name

Shouting its own name

Because we never had it right in the past

Because we never had it right in the past

Because we never had it right in the past

Because we didn’t have it right

With the bloodletting when the world was flat

Whose logic, who gets to decide

Whose pocket of reality is right

Whose logic, who gets to decide

Whose pocket of reality is right

Number seven the more my senses know

The more likely I’ll survive

Number eight logic is the road to information

Number nine the strictly logical

Explanation of the world

Says its an accident

Design an illusion

Is my logic an accident

Is my logic an illusion

Do I exist

It takes something outside of the system

You can’t see a sphere from the inside

It takes that which is not the fruit of existence

To explain the system

A world without the weather

A mind without a spirit

Trying to make a world

Without the unknown

It drains the beauty

It drains the color from my eyes

They tore the temple down

To unending mystery

It drains the beauty 

It drains the purpose of my life

If its only to survive

It drains the beauty

Pontius Pilate's words were in my mouth

But what can the sun say

When you ask it what is light and heat

There is no logical response

Part 3: The Limp

Everythings on the line

Everythings on the line

When I am in pieces…..

Who will decide

And I am always in pieces

And I am still waiting for peace

And I am still all kinds of people

Seeing three different worlds

I exhausted all my faculties

Trying to make the visions align

When you are a fractured contradiction

Who will decided

I’m so tired of believing

I can own you with my feelings

That I can swallow truth

That I can consume you

I’ve wasted so much of my time

Building the tower of babel

And I never made it to heaven

And now whats the meaning of a word

I tried so hard to reach the timeless

With the things that wear away

Even water cuts the rock

Even water cuts the rock

They will both be gone in time

So mystery

Won't you come be my mother

And faith my father

Come take care of me till I am whole

Because mystery is the only axiom

I put it all on the line

I put it all on the line