Gas Station Bathroom Epiphany (1500 Khz)
I crawled out the sand dunes, hitchhiked to Hooper
I'm at the UFO watchtower thinking bout my future
I walk to the gas station with nicotine lights
With dead moths in the plastic so they don't shine bright
Piss all over the bathroom and shit on the wall
That's when I saw a message tagged on the stall
It said if you want to find him I know where he is
Meet me at Zapata Falls, your friend Emit
I bought some burnt coffee and a stale burrito
I started walking east to the Sangre de Cristos
I turn on my radio, it's warm with ghosts
I try to reach AwareNess but I don't have the volts
static and dead leaves, message received
Yesterday's stuck from futures I forgot to meet
stars spinning in sky, I'm on an ancient carousel
Does time flow backwards in a universe that's parallel?
The waterfall whispers I think I'm getting closer
The wind howls through the branches, the night's a composer
Behind the waterfall I see yellow eyes Emit
He smiles through the mist the deja vu transmits
He greets me with facts I never lived but they still hurt
But when I say that they're lies, the truth feels unsure
He showed me all the times when I was feeling the worst
Like seeing my friend's coffin getting showered in dirt
I looked to the trees and I felt their frequencies
I turned my radio off I could hear the bats squeak
Ultrasonic waves bouncing off insects
Echo reception, I could see with a sixth sense
Midnight maps, I could see in the dark now
He hid in the shadows but I tracked him like a barn owl
He can't function in the now, I trap him in the present
I strip away my past and all his future references
His weakness was he believed in linear time
He remembered my falls but not how I rise
Sensory overload he had no time to reframe
I accepted his memories and held the shame
He said why aren't you resisting my version of you?
His power collapsed because conflict's his fuel
He panicked cuz memory can't run ahead of reality
When you live in the past the present is brutality
I felt compassion cuz i saw we were the same
I asked who he was before he needed others to blame
Mercy he couldn't predict on nostalgia he tripped
His silence was the wound I felt his memory glitch
I said I think you remember wrong to avoid what you did
You can't erase the truth so you always try to edit it
you remember me wrong cuz you won't remember yourself
He turned into a broken clock and started to melt
[AwareNess] Let me see if this works, this stupid fucking radio has been on the fritz, I think I fixed it let me try, ayo Time, Time, can you hear me?
[Time]
No I can't hear you, what is this? It looks like he had some type of map, looks like the circles of fifths