Physics of the mind (O.S.T.R cover)

(Verse 1) I bounce off the world, set my path to be free A millimeter's enough, I know diffraction theory It's the start of a dynasty, echolocation's my flair People like air, but Nike's got a price tag there Radioactive acid in every atom, beware Eyes bloodshot with energy, who’s got a bolometer to share? We differ somewhat by name and by title Millions of tremors in our heads like seismic waves, vital Membrane, amplifier, the polarization of waves The atmosphere layers traces like a fractal that saves Sight loves to deceive Illusion or truth, a sky of many mirrors to believe One pixel, the diagonal of life so keen Half-visible like light scanned by the mind's machine Ultraviolet meets infrared, optical radiation gleams This is my screen to the world, living means I live my dreams (chorus) Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder (Verse 2) Interference of scales, Doppler effect shifts the vibe Sound dismantles the walls, breaking the tribe Terror, a physical Holocaust It's me, my own hologram embossed From the mirror's side, an avatar's blend My gaze like manga, anima's trend Mind shatters the eyes with a fractal attack The sum of details, a prism of the irradiated pack Two hundred decibels, death among speakers' clamor I hold a loud habit, training my voice to hammer A wave equation, equilibrium's offbeat glamour (chorus) Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder (verse 3) I’m an element in equations, disputes of math's lore Exclusions and rules, experiences to explore Mental opium for beings in a flying saucer's grip Atoms' construction effect in a quantum fortress trip One of the last thistles, cyberspace's rise and flow Artificial intelligence, control attempts to bestow Local growth, come meet the executioner of senses' flight Neutron blast, the dawn of a cataclysmic night Editing personal data, public catalogs align Incognito protocol, caught in the network's design Script modification, secrets in silent glyphs The pyramid spreads sources of knowledge in numeric riffs Plasma floods our proteins LEDs in eyes reveal the gene of knowing deceit scenes Motion detectors on fingers, sensing elements in sway I live because I love life in every creation’s display (chorus) Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder Turn it louder, turn it louder (outro) Who said we are alone in this vast cosmic dome? The entire cosmos awaits us, with a single beam to roam Defining the slope of existence’s line Abstraction of the mind, pure science in its prime There’s nothing impossible, breathe the air and climb