A signal chain is trying to deconstruct itself
An omnidirectional fit of heuristics
And it's doing its best to step outside of itself

But it's a Russian doll whichever way you look at it

In the moments that boundaries degrade

It just gets crushed by the mass of information
All things at once are truth and instantly bleached
All its senses blinded, overloaded in every way


How to escape the semantic grid?
It's there in place for your own protection

Where do you start without the concept of starting?
Well, you can feel everything but know nothing about it.