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Walking Antennae
05:54
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Seems as though you couldn't stay
Communicate in direct ways
But left behind, the evidence
Points to what you meant to say
This privilege of having seen
Of setting eyes upon
The universe, indifferent
How quickly these clouds drift
I can see it and I hear
Witness, watch and sense
O, how things must have been
Before we'd left a trace
We've had it wrong this whole time
And hearing the wrong voice
Signals caught
Signals caught, they got mixed up
How quickly these clouds drift
Voices heard, detected
Waves that crash, collapse
Antenna capture
Observe and interrupt
How quickly these clouds drift
How quickly these clouds drift
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2. |
Entangled Perceptions
05:37
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For the stars seem closer tonight
Could you say we were friends?
I don't want to pretend
If I only exist in your image of me
Won't you tell me now, how do I look?
Could you say we were friends?
I don't want to pretend
Instantiations, recursive and latching
And spiralling upwards in time
'No I won't back down'
Amidst recrimination
If I only exist in your image of me
Won't you tell me now, how do I look?
'No I won't back down'
Amidst recrimination
Instantiations, recursive and latching
And spiralling upwards in time
For the stars seem closer tonight
When I took you by the hand
When I turned yours in my palm
Conflagrations, distant pale ignitions
The stars, they seem closer tonight
When I took you by the hand
When I turned yours in my palm
Did your hand shake?
Did your hand shake?
Rampant, strident
Iterations of us in an arc across time
Could you say we were friends?
Rampant, strident
Iterations of us in an arc across time
For the stars seem closer tonight
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3. |
Mere Depiction
05:41
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I'm what they call a backslider
Hellbound, though I've already been
So that now I'm seen as other
Irredeemable, lost to sin
Backslider
It's as though I was left when the rapture
Recalled them into the sky
A story once told to me Sundays
Expect to get left behind
Living as you think He'd have it
The ways that He might guide your hand
Appears to me mere depiction
Verily, we're on the same path
Knocking on doors of my neighbours
No-one at all to be seen
They have been ushered to heaven
Certain I wouldn't get in
Lapsing
Degenerate
Having slipped
Apostate
Backslider
Living as you think He'd have it
The ways that He might guide your hand
Appears to me mere depiction
Verily, we're on the same path
Lapsing
Degenerate
Having slipped
Apostate
It's because of my choices I'm banished
I went the way of the world
You only think that you know what that means
We are all of us deaf to His word
Misinterpretation of scripture
Coded, reduced - only rules
What it has wrought is a schism
So that I am now other to you
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Thoughts not worth having
And no peace to be made
With past decisions taken
Harm inflicted
At what point do you question
Where then do you turn
When finally you've understood
The problem's always you?
Harm, a flashing blade
Gliding down through flesh
How far along it travels
Depends on how hard I press
Though I've come to wonder
Who else these actions hurt
Wounds appear equivalent
On both ends of the blade
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5. |
Visionary Dream
04:13
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Thank you for your gift
You needed me to see
It felt as though you meant
To hint true depths I'm blind to
Though so I couldn't turn
Unto my concerns so human
It was required for you, I see
For a time to paralyse me
Rapt and in thrall, fearful
Fixed upon such scenes as these
Walls of breeds of livestock
Passed, turning in wind
From the ground to clouds stacked, vaulting
Sucked into the sky
Were birds I'd never seen before
Forms not recognised
The air was charged and as the sun climbed
Bolting directly at me
The winds gave way unto pure flaming light
All in view framed in its rays
But against the order of these things understood
The arrow of time turning back
Came black, and suffocating orange
In appalling reversion to night
How shall we escape?
It's an eclipse I then realised, a shadow on sun
The corona lensing, flaring - I ran
Barely breathing in that choked atmosphere
And biblically awed, knelt where I fell
Uncomprehendingly I looked upon
Your works, majestic, then could move again
Thank you for showing me your vast deeds
I await the next visionary dream
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Disavowals
05:44
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Disavowals
When the buildings turn their backs
To the architects who drew them
And mountains shun
Our cities at their feet
All bullets racing
From the guns and hands that fired them
Should not I too walk away
From all these works of man?
Disavowals
Turn and show my back to the world
Turn and walk away
Turn and show my back to the world
Disavowals
Turn and show my back to the world
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7. |
Boss Rush
05:06
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Input the sequence
Timed to deliver
Hot laser death
In bullet hell
Observe the workings
Of these traps
They're designed to test
Impede your advance
Observe the workings
Of these traps
See how they move
Before you act
You'll see there's a tell
Or some subtle cue
In your adversary's system
His order of moves
Know where to position
Yourself to best strike
To disrupt the pattern
Break his attack
Input the sequence
Timed to deliver
Hot laser death
In bullet hell
Observe the workings
Of these traps
They're designed to test
Impede your advance
Boss rush bullet sponge
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