Philosophia (feat. Sunbane) Video (MV)

Philosophy
Is always a recurring theme in my day dreams
I'm always looking for the philosophical
A slight tickle in my throat
A cold, sweet tasting kinda choke like I'm sucking on a cough drop Popsicle
Optimistically full of ideas
Thoughts are the agents to tame all my fears
The fear to overlook things so easily in sight
I vow precision on my binoculars
A visionary conqueror
I ponder this idealism is it possible
Like I said I'm philosophical
There's a potency for corrupt mind-sets
Hopelessly I try to interrupt but time gets warped into an etched shape
Too sharp for me to comprehend
I can't pretend that I know what I'm talking about
So I'm forking out whatever comes in to my brain
Hoping that it makes sense to somebody
Even if the English doesn't add up
Even when my Math read shoddy
Mixing things fixes things in a resolution-ary kinda way that I cannot explain I'll say it again

I'm philosophical
I fill my soul and they call me
Diabolical
(I lick the bowl clean
Serving why'scream)
Why do you wanna know
If by the time I close my eyes
I paralyse all the wires 'tween my temples
No, I'm not mental
I'm Ryanominal
It's biological
A killer molecule
I'm philosophical
(What ya feel? what ya feel?)
I feel a soft tickle
Flick the logos light in my brain

Psychology
Is always ripping at the seams of my night screens
I'm always seeking out the psychological
But I'm quite fickle with my quotes
Hypocritical, I'm sick of all my notes
As I float upon the paradoxical
Melodical pool of ideas
My egos and I are all pioneers
Of vindictive, contradictive, victorious spite
Our dissonance type; cognitive
A therepeutic positive
Relative, blindsighted, all-seeing monocle
Don't you thrive in the impossible
A dependency for
'Creativity that's exponential
So what is your potential?'
An etched shape too sharp for me to comprehend
I can't prevent you from holding on to your doubts
See the risk of safety makes me insane
So would you politely state your war!
Even if the future seems too scary
Stuck in nineteen eighty four
The things that bring us a revolutionary brighter day
That spark a little flame is all in the brain

I'm Psychological
No incorrigible complex
'Coz I encourage olive oil
To ink my cerebral cortex
It's pathological
When I'm not, when I'm not in a celestial vortex
Eyes always on the vertical
We be rubbing our poor necks
Me and Bex

Open minded, think deep rooted
Wrinkly fruit we juiced it all out
Flowing, growing mind set, fluid
Palate's what we're all about
Without sleep I seep my rivers
Far beneath the solar's bite
I warned you once before
My deepest thoughts incite the stolen night
Open minded, think deep rooted
Wrinkly fruit we juiced it all out
Flowing, growing mind set, fluid
Palate's what we're all about
Without sleep I seep my rivers
Far beneath the solar's bite
I warned you once before
My deepest thoughts incite the stolen night