From the recording Touch Wood
Lyrics
Get ready
Get set
Feelings, come first
Expectations, come next
Our own personal expectations
Projected out, reflected back
Our own personal algorithm
Projecting, reflecting, (rejecting)
We live with blind spots and echo chambers
Out of sight
Out of mind
The blind, leading the blind
Our own personal Ego rhythm
Projecting, reflecting
Echoing our own internal media
Whether we live in caves, or in space.
We live our own personal reality
With our own personal algorithm
Our own personal algorithm
Our own personal Ego rhythm
Our own personal reality