Текст песни The Gathering - Rob the Universe

The story goes like this
Three friends were on a sailing trip
Due to a freak accident, the boat sank and they all died
In their final moments of life
A strange calm came over them as they discussed what would happen after death
The first friend thought that he lived life in a loop, being born over and over again
He tried to explain

To be honest, when I die I think my life's just starting over
As this current mind's erased I get a quick glimpse of the coder
And it's older than the universe and sits between the eyes of the cobra
And then death taps on my shoulder
Born again the same way, the same day, in each life, for jeez like
What we can assume to be eternity
I die a trillion times, I still just wake up in the nursery
I'm currently a version with a currency of certainty
I've been (I've been, I've been) many combinations of these neural patterns
But I haven't been them all 'cause they are infinite
Every choice is intricate, we only get a hint of it
Your mind is just a rental though the mental state is intimate
And since we're into it, sometimes I think this isn't me
I'm stuck in synchronicity, we sink into the sea
I missed the chance to make it stop again, I'm obstinate
I'm confident I'll be withdrawing all the knowledge I'm depositing

Crash back, grasp the actions of the past again
Trapped in your habits as you navigate the labyrinth
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
I crash back, grasp the actions of the past again
Trapped in your habits as you navigate the labyrinth
This is what happens when your mind leaves the gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering

He finished proud that he had spent his last moments of life sharing such a profound truth with his friends
To his dismay, he looked over and saw one of them laughing and rolling his eyes

With all due respect, I think your ideas are laughable
You're 33 years old and still you grasp at the irrational
You've rationed all the factual to actually catapult you back
To when the magical explained the mathematical
Back when it was practical to tell yourselves a story
The mind loves a story
Some are peaceful, some are gory
Almost all of them are boring but they serve to quell the emptiness, absurdity
The universal accident, obscurity
I find beauty in the nothing
You hope to gain immunity with bluffing
Apply scrutiny to every last coincidence and incident that's instrument to sensing what existence is (holy shit)
Carve meaning in my faculty and reasoning
The self is just a process of the brain that keeps the pieces in
Believing when I'm breathing in the sea, I'll cease to be
And when you live without this, life is just a meal without the seasoning

Your brain dies, your mind fades to black and then
You never eat, or sleep, or love, or hate, or cry, or laugh again
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
Your brain dies, your mind fades to black and then
You never eat, or sleep, or love, or hate, or cry, or laugh again
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering (the third friend began)

I am the boat, I am the ocean that it floats within
The motive in the motion, and the potency of moments when you focus in
The pure essential concept of infinity that opens
When I die I will remember it's a fraction I am noticing (the fuck?)
I am everything, let's try to break it down a bit
The universe expanding is a fact, at least it sounds legit
But travel back in time and it contracts to an astounding little point
That's inconceivable but everything came out of it
There was never ever any severing inside the everything
And minds were separated by a sort of tethering (dark matter)
Pure consciousness pretended to forget that it was one
And made infinity the moment it was done
We love a story so that we'll accept the self as a reality
When really they are just tiny compartments
Susceptible to false worlds in actuality
You do it to yourself when you nap in your apartment
What makes you think that non-experience exists
When you know the world is truly not appearing as it is
And if we're nearing the abyss it's of dark matter and energy remembering to be as clearly as it gets
I wholeheartedly regard that this nothing that you speak of is impossible

Remember that you're everything that's happened or that's happening
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
Remember that you're everything that's happened or that's happening
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
This is what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering
It's what happens when your mind leaves The Gathering

But they were all wrong, so they all went to Christain Hell