[Verse 1: Advisor]
Like the subject of discussion, I'm seeing right through it
Only the bottom half of my eyesight is polluted
The solution poured out like my heart to pessimism
And I'm proving my point, starting with a dictionary definition
It's the very word itself, not a relative term
Once one is full, it does not reach a halfway
Empty comes, too, when the liquid is burned
Just check an unwashed pot or your gas gauge
Stop, not yet, hey! How can you ignore
The reciprocal of emptiness from when the liquid is poured?
If it doesn't begin at full, thеn what the fuck is up?
Why you spitting that bullshit theory you must construct?
What, kid, what? The cup is half еmpty, you better recognize
Step away from doing anything to jeopardize
Your reputation, I'm the philosopher, colossus with concepts
Are you conscious of the long process, how long I've worked?
Lost power, the cost our harboring and fostering, the knowledge sure
Monitors thought that's pure and all of the monikers, cuz

[Hook x2: Advisor, Eyedea, and Crescent Moon]
I'm the philosopher, I'm the scientist, I'm the poet
Half empty, not there, half full, kid

[Verse 2: Eyedea]
We never really experience a deep reality
Each experiment is molded by delirium, so here I am
In a matrix blinded by my brain tricks
With a glass that may be part of my imagination
Start with all the information that the mind doesn't take and
It receives many signals and can only orchestrate em
In a way that makes believe, we observe the universe objectively
What we perceive is all in our head, conceptually
Threaded to fit the imprints of civilization
Embedded in our system and shredded at the station
Call your former life the abyss of hallucinations
Half empty / half full? Bullshit! You're mistaken
Nothing that you think you know is really real
It's all your form of art created under your hair
So check another angle, then maybe you'll know
Water is just a myth and the glass isn't there!
[Hook: Advisor, Eyedea, and Crescent Moon]
The philosopher, the scientist, the poet
Half empty, not there, half full, kid
The philosopher, the scientist, the poet
Half empty, not there, half full, bitch!

[Verse 3: Crescent Moon]
The way I see it, life is in this glass
Water - purity, regardless of its mass
It's making a splash, taking a bath in liquid that gathered
So as long as there's some, that's really all that matters
Filled with potion, emotions from the basin
Can't be half empty cuz none of it was taken
I can taste it, see it, touch how it feel
That's all I need to let me know that it's real
Contained contents, potential is potent
The liquid in this glass parallel to the ocean
Rain drops keep filling up my glass to the middle
Half exact so it adds to the riddle
I can look at it sideways, measurements remain
Deflection of my eyes' gaze messing with my brain
It's a river, it's a stream, it's a faucet of my dreams
It's a mirror of mirages reflecting sunbeams
Half life / half death - balance is defined
It caught every drip from the gallons in my mind
See, the challenge is to find where the end begins
Everyone knows the answer: half filled to the brim, I'm the poet!