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What do you see? A skull? A flower? Or just a mess? Step into the doctor's office. "Symmetry Cemetary" is a deep dive into the subconscious, playing with the idea that we project our own madness onto the world around us. I wanted the visuals to match the lyrics perfectly—stripping everything back to just black ink on white paper. The video was created using a chain of AI image-to-video generations (Minimax Hailuo 02 + Google ImageFX) to make sure the ink actually morphs and reacts to every bar. The symmetry holds... untill it breaks. Let me know in the comments what images popped out at you. Lyrics: Look at the card. It’s simple paper. But the mind is a complex caper. Trippy Trek. Let’s diagnose this shit. I’m sitting in the leather chair, breathing in the tethered air The doctor asks me what is there, I tell him that I’m unaware The ink is sinking in the page, bursting out the center stage A silent monochromatic rage, uncaging up the mental age It’s fluid like a river but it shivers like a sliver Of a mirror in the liver of the universe, a giver Of the visions that are risen from the prism of the schism It’s a mechanism, exorcism, lyrical baptism The black is bleeding into white, taking out a bite of light A parasite of sight, I might ignite the dynamite tonight It looks like two tarantulas, dancing on the banisters Canisters of stamina, attacking all the cameras I’m focusing the ocular, the spectacular vernacular Is draining like a Dracula, the image is oracular Symmetrical, identical, touching on the tentacle The medical professional is looking kinda skeptical. Mirror, mirror, on the sheet. Where the dark and light compete. Is it a skull? Is it a flower? Is it a bomb regarding power? Split down the middle. Solve the riddle. Symmetry Cemetery. Bury the thought. The pattern starts to elevate, levitate and deviate I medicate to mediate, the heavy weight I tolerate It morphs into a butterfly, fluttering and uttering A stuttering rebuttal to the clutter I am muttering "I see a wolf," I lie to him, trying not to cry to him Or fly to him and pry the rim of sky that I apply to him The texture is a nebulas, incredulous and nebulous The devil is a rebel, yes, the level is of trellis stress It flips into a pelvis bone, talking on a tele-phone To Al Capone, I’m in the zone, I’m claiming up the throne alone Reflecting on the axis, avoiding all the taxes On my sanity, the practice is dissolving all the praxis The ink is getting louder now, forming up a thunder cloud I’m wondering aloud if I am allowed to be this proud Of seeing what nobody sees, swimming in the mysteries The histories of twisted trees and burning up decrees. Fold it up. Smash the sides together. Kiss of death. Ink breath. What you see is what you get. But I haven't seen it yet. Open it back up. The diagnosis is psychosis mixed with halitosis of the ghost I’m doing the most, raising a toast, coast to coast The paper is a window pane, looking at the hurricane That’s blurring up the lane inside the brain, I can’t complain The blot becomes a galaxy, a fallacy of malice, see? The palace is a chalice, see the phallus is a callous plea? It’s sexual, intellectual, highly ineffective To be objective when the perspective is defective I rip the paper off the pad, the doctor looking mighty mad "I’m glad," I say, "It’s really bad, the saddest art I ever had." I throw it in the air and watch it turn into a flock of bats Attacking all the bureaucrats and habitat aristocrats The symmetry is broken, the token has been spoken The joker is awoken and the smoker is just tokin’ I leave the office via roof, searching for the living proof The ink is just a spoof, I’m staying aloof and bulletproof. So, doc? What’s the verdict? Am I crazy? Or is the ink just lazy? Yeah. Trippy Trek. Symmetry Cemetery. We out. Connect with Trippy Trek: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bNuX... X (formerly Twitter): https://x.com/VirtuAITunes Instagram: / trippy_trekker TikTok: / trippytrekker Credits: Visuals generated with Google ImageFX & Minimax Hailuo 02 via Kaiber, create your own videos here: https://kaiber.ai/pricing?via=TrippyTrek . Concept & Lyrics by Trippy Trek. #TrippyTrek #SymmetryCemetary #PsychRap #LyricalHipHop #RorschachTest #Inkblot #AbstractArt #UndergroundHipHop #Visualizer #ExperimentalRap #Psychology