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Эффект Бабочки

Psy Trips

Бэд Трип

Dissolved into rhythms

Я не Доказан

Плацебо Реальности

Hallucinations Never Lie

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Dancing Spores

Правда Глюков

Truth-Shaped Void

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When Form is Gone

Hallucinations Never Lie (Remix)

No Exit


The leaf touches fire — and after a breath, all that was called “I”
Melts into fields of shapes, where meaning changes hands.

If the World is a vision of mirrors, whose reflection drifts inside?
Who writes my life in framework, with no right to revise?

Whose voice whispers : “wake up”?
Who wove into me pain, fear, and meaning?
They tangled like a net that holds up the sky, 
Inside me — so many walls, built from thought alone.
I am my own silent prisoner,
Locked in an empty wallet of sense.


I am a shadow running along neural highways and screen wars.
While the world kills itself, I hear the mycelium laugh. m mm
The pixel, crowned as God
Bursts with light, where meaning is just sound.


Who whispers: break free from schemes and foreign frequencies?
Now you are the wind, sliding along the bones of meaning.
You are your own space,
Where everything that tried to hold you dissolves.
You are in the breath of wind, in the silence of dust, in shards of light. hmhmhm
A formula shedding its form, in a loop where thought devours thought.


I am a shadow running along neural highways and screen wars.
While the world kills itself, I hear the mycelium laugh.
And the pixel, crowned as God,
Bursts with light, where meaning is just sound.
 god of pixels 

Neural Highways