Waltz of the Psychonauts The Narcissist Cookbook

I feel your fingernails starting to break through my skin
Clawing at arteries
Darker and deeper within
And I've got a hot date with destiny calling
In the back seat, with a massive infarction
So, further in, we go

Time is in flux
We are sub-geometrical shapes
Pulsing and phasing through trillions of possible states

And I
Can't stay
And I
Can't stay

Somewhere a subtle, mysterious particle begs for discovery
We are explorers
And further in, we go

I come from nothing
Nothing is where I return
Swimming upstream, like a fish to the side of my bank
And I am reverting to impossibility
One tiny thread in this abject infinity
And further up
And further in, yeah
We go