Bridge to analyst;
access the secondary plasmic dataholds.
Now viewing all current planetary bodies.
Move to constrain your results to newest sentient life.
Scan the surface. Bring up vitals.
Local life thrived much quicker than anticipated.
We are pleased.
Focus shifted.
Save the organism through implied relocation.
Inferior understanding limits options
and adaptation will be necessary for the specimen to survive.
As we map out this universe,
all that can be seen is an ocean of emptiness.
This is primal directive.
Now we execute standard protocol.
As these cycles are nearing completion,
initiate solar cleansing.
Move on, time never waited on its occupants.
Live on, by any means and every technology.
You have been defined.
The rebirth of intelligent life will
restore this planet's cosmic status.
As the surface draws into focus, every variance and nuance realized.
The simple birth.
Time is moving forward.
Elapse. Evolve. Expand. Adapt.
Adaptation runs parallel with surviving global conflict.
Sustained permanence proves imperfect existence, integrated.
Balance is reached between the parent star.
Endless motion.
Now the experience is long gone.
We won't forget it's entrancing stare, as long as we recall it's grip.
Stellar forces are keeping us alive.
The system is now free.
Witness our obsolescence, end sparks of life.
A new species can never fathom how quickly it will be extinct.
The system is now free from error.
The system revokes our viral form.
Silence becomes primary language.
Internal wave, undulate us home.
This system is now free from error.
Removed from the earth like a scourge with a delicate and yet powerful hand.
Idle boundaries allow admission to pull this world apart from the inside.
Equilibrium has been disturbed and the surface must collapse.
Compacted star, the only destination.
Unavoidable paradigm.
The radiant sun engraves its name.
Unavoidable paradigm.
First Contact]
[Observer:]
"For solutions, look to the sky.
Coincide with constellations.
I stand correct. Time stands exact.
Your time of departure has arrived."
[Organism:] "Initiate this birth.
Introvert this dimension."
[The Exchange]
[Observer:] "Conception, use this apparatus."
[Organism:] "Creator, you are all knowing,
I beg you, show me your vision."
[Observer:] "My creation, stare into space.
Decipher your reality."
[Last Contact]
[Observer:]
"For solutions, look to the sky.
Coincide with constellations.
Consummation has begun and I am your guide.
Together we unlock the secrets of the stars."
[Organism:] "Your signal is fading."
[Observer:] "You are..."
[End Transmission]
You are...
Now the inaugural exchange is done,
we cannot see past the solar shroud.
Escape.
Calculating all viable routes.
This terrestrial rock will be consumed.
Deafening static is haunting me,
the blackness is beckoning.
Countless samples of our world will be
jettisoned into every direction that we have known of.
Our satellites have painted the sky with their ionic glass brushes.
The cryotubes will store our youth.
Desperation has set in and all we can do is run.
Feeling so alone, we set out to find other life.
The transport will be outfitted for a
journey spanning future generations
We have fabricated this ship to continue our legacy.
At the entrance the inscription reads: "We must not end".
We will not end.
The continuation of our species is
riding on this one mission to another space.
Descendants on this planetary trip will never forget.
Storing the history books aboard this ship,
we ensure our memory. The memory.
They will feed on the images we create,
and will survive by our deeds.
As we wait for the architects to build our savior,
preparations have begun and time is short.
The vessel is now complete.
It holds all the hopes and dreams of those who wish for more.
What will we see when we get there?
Can we tell the two worlds apart?
A warning to conducting officers of the machine.
You are most exposed to the
diatomic focused-gravity.
Stray cosmic rays are threatening
our generational biosphere.
Celestial missiles envelop nearby
space climate zones, in the void.
Prolonged exposure to trace amounts
of dark matter produces an exponential
decomposition.
[Instrumental]
We are among the stars
Who are the operators of this boundless array?
The expedition takes us to our new home...
Systems re-allign
Speculation based on calculated reason
leads me to believe we are not alone
Seeded by a greater race,
we only hope to find the answers now
embedded into the fabric of our minds
Are we moving forward?
Guided by the maps of progress
Imperfect perfections allow existence
We long to feel our bodies outside centrifugal conditions.
An orderly solar system will outlast this guiding center system.
As we leave our galaxy, every certainty abandoned.
The referential lawns of man are lost,
nothing is relative.
Cold and empty space surrounds and swells.
Time is moving at invariable speeds
and our instruments are useless.
Oscillating obsession, beautiful apparatus.
These cycles put my mind at ease.
Bodies cannot sustain what this was built for.
The body cannot sustain what this was built for.
We worship oscillation, no other way.
The microcosm is in exhibition.
terrestrial shaped into a magnificent realm.
Our colonial settlements are threatened by the sky.
The circling disk of ice watches quietly from a distance.
Refracting nebulaic dust has pierced the outer shell.
A blooming world is being ripped apart.
Planetary wide scorching from the focused light.
This extra solar vessel, orbiting the cluster.
Ejects the sample pods of the Eden passengers.
As for us, we must migrate.
This exoplanet has failed.
The microcosm is in exhibition.
terrestrial shaped into a magnificent realm.
Our colonial settlements are threatened by the sky.
The circling disk of ice watches quietly from a distance.
Refracting nebulaic dust has pierced the outer shell.
A blooming world is being ripped apart.
Planetary wide scorching from the focused light.
This extra solar vessel, orbiting the cluster.
Ejects the sample pods of the Eden passengers.
As for us, we must migrate.
This exoplanet has failed.
Predicting the everyday, this life has become static
Depending on past
achievements when all we want is to create new
Rules and boundaries
contain my thoughts to a point I can't accept
Maybe I'll try to find a
new plane in which to exist,
it's not far it's been there waiting this
whole time
Innate notions, experience is flawed
Described emotions,
the writing is wrong.
It's a mistake to marvel at ourselves
To accept what we are as of now
I need to hold onto some sort of relevance,
it's all I have left
All at
once I could view the entirety of space
A moment of isolation welcoming
paralysis / Follow the cord which
projects and makes the decisions for you
Adaptation brought introspection
All comfort has escaped me,
remember to breathe in again
At the edge I exist in,
I watch my whole life again.
Now we question the biological rhythm,
the flowing of information received
It all breaks down to this one projection
Last particle of the
sequence movements too small to be detected
I've organized your surroundings
No single place you can find me at
Limbic regions
regulate the input of chemical reactions
The System is the pilot,
I am always behind
I am the unconscious mind and I am never gone
Internal conversation commands the elements.
Senseless drones will pretend to be enlightened
The population is easily
controlled by withheld information
Foolish enough to proclaim certainty
of the answers
Feelings of safety overwhelm
Care for those you know,
not imaginings
How could we live another way?
Misplaced confidence
We've tried this on our own
but look where it's gotten us
What does this
creator want from us?
Would insignificant worship bring forth meaning?
Surely this wasn't chance,
there must have been a designer
And it views
out progress still
The possibility of centrality
gives them misplaced confidence
Rules characteristics and form
then decided by the elders
Preying on the weak and fearful,
a safety net for for your loved ones
The influential sphere is created
Please do not miscalculate my tone,
I speak with humility
Soon you will find your confidence misplaced
The answers are greater than we can imagine
I know you you're scared to
be on your own
I'll always be there for you.
Interrupting phases of transduction
Digital synthesis encodes ensemble's
work Synthetic cortisol travels white matter tracts
Building new
crosstalk revolutions
Receptors show resistance to our changes
Diverting channels to new activations
Mechanics of the wave converge
Hidden in the vacuum is the answer to our apoptotic fate
It will surely
change the world
The memories are communicating between two states
Symbiotic system, Diverted from the vacuum
Manipulating neutral networks
Moving forward with this work,
desire controlled by logic.
Inertia, by way of device
infinite variety
connections to be made,
perfect dreams conceived
Implementing impulse to virtual selection,
prefect dreams believed
Redefine the conscious mind,
implants in the cortices
Radiation field surrounds,
Algorithms fall in line
User decides the outcome,
quantized mixed reality
Holding the keys to your
own relevance.
Slipping into a deep state
Unconsciousness,
beta waves decrease
Isotonic movements show signs of remission
Delusions lead to
derealization
Electrified signals are still the mainline
The only self
I've known meets the cosmic theater in my mind.
Sensing a new wave of neuronal
presence in the field
Entoptic clues
tells me this is not a dream
I'm melding into surroundings The terror
and the fear feels as if it's mine alone
[Instrumental]
A wave of intuition, washed over me.
Begin hyper-communication
Restore our vision
Of natural progression
Rise in groves to reclaim the source
The center
We will be the salvation the Mother seeks
Traversing in all directions
Reaching
Expanding
Balance finds it's place
Reaching for the Mother Sun
Rooted to intuition
You are the language
Ever flowing
Ever echoing
Drift with the ebb and flow
Drift with the ebb and flow
[4x]
Ebb and flow
Intuition sets in
Branching out from your seed to seek
Contrived sense of inception
Intuition speak to me
We are primordial sound
Outward and in; omnidirectional
We are existence
Salvage the mother sun
Destroy the rift
Bring knowledge back to light
Our vision's detrimental to progressing
Now rise
Balance seeks its place
Moving backward towards the centre sun
Rooted in intuition
We are the language
[2x]
Sink in the ebb and flow
[9x]
(Ebb and flow) sink in
Conspire
Exponential separation
Process brought on by the rift
Jai guru deva om
Existence echoing
Jai guru deva om
The sum of everything
Disconnected by a ruse
Let them cower in the dark
The time has come for our re-emergence
The rift is sealed
Now rise in groves (now rise in groves)
Eclipsing what we seek
Integration--it has begun
Intuition combined with our calculations
Will revive the Mother Sun
Shades of intuition.
Shades of conspiring.
Occupying every piece.
Integrating.
We’re growing in the most peculiar ways.
Decompose. Recreate.
All progression, it stems from conclusion.
Complacency, it's obsolete.
We’re engineered to thrive,
we’re engineered to thrive.
And thrive we will.
Observe this vision grow.
Continuous cycle. A mandating gloom.
Your primordial sound echoing out.
Existence grows from itself.
Echoing out.
What you seek the obsolete the answers
are of no use to you now.
Echoing. All within is all without.
All you know versus all you don’t.
Your primordial sound echoing out.
Existence grows from itself.
Echoing out.
All that you know versus all that you don’t.
You don’t know.
You don’t.
All within is all without.
All you know versus all you don’t.
Reaching; grasping for the Mother Sun.
Knowledge of everything. Everything.
Reaching; Grasping For the Mother Sun.
Knowledge of everything.
Everything.
Transform.
Concept to experience. Manifest our truths.
Our vision. We are awakening, a process.
The sign of progress, it devours. The End.
We’re made from the purest form of
we’re grown from the purest form of
we have become the purest form of love.
The integration has taken hold.
We have risen from our roots.
We have seen our vision through.
Awareness.
Signals.
The end
Start of progression
The end.
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow.
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow
Endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly.
What does it all mean?
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow.
Endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly.
What does it all mean?
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow, the ebb and flow
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow.
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow.
Drift with the ebb and flow.
Sink in the ebb and flow.
Repress all you know.
My apologies, Eno, but it's all in your head.
Fiction based off truths, you led me to aid you, guide you.
You are the language.
Ever flowing, ever echoing.
You are [4x]
On the eve of knowing all, my dear Eno,
patience 'cause this all subsides in due time,
all will be clear.
And the truth is I couldn't love
you more than I have come to know.
And this Mother Sun is proud
to have watched you grow.
You are the perceiver,
that perceived the parable,
the never-ending end.
You are the infinite (intuit),
you are the finite (fire).
[4x]
You are
You are the perceiver,
that perceived the parable,
the never-ending end.
You are the infinite (intuit),
you are the finite (fire).
[4x]
You are
[Speech by Allan Watts:]
"In other words, the so-called involuntary
circulation of your blood is one continuous
process with the stars shining.
If you find out it's you who circulates your blood,
you will at the same moment find out that
you are shining the sun.
Because your physical organism is one
continuous process with everything else that's going on.
Just as the waves are continuous with the ocean.
Your body is continuous with the total
energy system of the cosmos, and it's all you.
Only you're playing the game that you're only this bit of it."
[Instrumental]
I made it up
It's complicated
I gave up
On giving it a name
Things are implied
Nothing's the same
Worried I won't remember where to begin
I wish this would end
What will it take for us?
What will it take for us?
What will it take for us to
If you pray for us
Pray for love
It might just save us from
It just might
I made too much
Overrated
I gave too much
As if there was something to gain
Things are implied
Nothing's the same
Worried I won't remember where to begin
We must decide
If you pray for us
Pray for love
It might just save us from
(It might just save us from)
It just might
Wish us godspeed
Oh, please, whatever it might be
Tell it about the way it is]
When I found the point of life
It came creeping towards me
In the shape of I
It was all this reimagined
It was a different kind of speech
It was repetition
It was what you wanted to be
When I saw the shape of sound
Everything came spiralling
It was all this reimagined
It was a different kind of speech
It was repetition
It was what you wanted to be
Oh, come find
This caged me
Breathe
(Breathe)
Breathe in
(Breathe in)
Once you found the breath you'd lost
Breathe again
Breathe
(Breathe)
Breathe in
(Breathe in)
Once you found the breath you'd lost
Breathe again
It was all this reimagined
It was a different kind of speech
It was repetition
And I am exactly what you imagined me to be
You'd rather be in the dark than know what we know
It's easier than to deal with illusions of pleasure
It's easier
What's the price of it
What's the price to live
We're only killing ourselves each and every day
Despite what we believe
There's a difference between
what is and what else the perceiver knows
The only colors they know and
for these things they can't compose
'Cause they don't know what I know
They'll sell your souls for their gold
And that's far too much for you
I'd tell you these words, but I'll hold them
And some say you already know
You're clairvoyant
What's the price of it
If we kill ourselves a little bit
Is it worth it
Start is relative to end
This has no price attached to it
What's the price of it
Fall down
Fall down
Since this began
I've misplaced my head
This all seems so nauseating
Does it?
Just let me sleep
Just let me
Until I feel free
I can feel it sinking in
Until I feel free
I can feel it sinking in
If you wish me anything
Just wish me sleep
Just wish me
Until I feel free
I can feel it sinking in
I can feel it sinking in
I feel a sinking feeling
Just let me sleep
Just let me
Do you hear me know?
Am I thinking loud?
I don't want to come down
I'm too proud
Until I feel free
I can feel it sinking in
I feel a sinking feeling
Just let me sleep
Just let me sleep
Just let me
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see now?
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see now?
All mixed up;
turned around
What are you thinking about?
What were we talking about now?
Emotion-free, euphoric state
Too little, too late
You pray for rain in hopes that it'll wash away
Well let's be honest
You don't have that much faith
I think it's too late if you're looking to save face
I see you slipping from that throne of grace
Focused on opening up
You're thinking too loud
All this comes as the comedown
At least you can say you tried to pray for them
You pray for rain in hopes that it'll wash away
Well let's be honest
You don't have that much faith
I think it's too late if you're looking to save face
I see you slipping from that throne of grace
Why do we ask for these selfish ways?
Are we the only ones that need saving?
I think we were foolish in thought
Then again I'm probably wrong
I'm probably wrong
You pray for rain in hopes that it'll wash away
Well let's be honest
You don't have that much faith
I think it's too late if you're looking to save face
I see you slipping from that throne of grace
Noises, noises
Are all I hear when you speak
The point of it all left much faster than it crept to me
If the relapse happens today
Then let tomorrow be recovery
All that you've been sold is fool's gold
Predictable in nature so it seems
They've clairvoyant
They created your dependency
They're clairvoyant
If the relapse happens today
Then let tomorrow be recovery
All that you've been sold
Fool's gold, all
It's as if they already know all
It's as if they already know
They're clairvoyant
They're clairvoyant
Stuck in the lines that they prescribe
This can't be what we need
Recommended daily for dependency
Best of luck with your recovery
If the relapse happens today
Then let tomorrow be recovery
All that you've been sold
Fool's gold, all
It's as if they already know all
It's as if they already know
Return to the earth
Rain on black clouds
Return to the earth
Return to the earth
Wasn't technically perfect
Could it have been any better?
Was the fall worth it?
I don't feel any better
And you were so sick
You were skin and bones
So you fed yourself excuses
Just to keep it going
Nodding on and on
(Nodding on and on)
Raining on and on
(Raining on and on)
So keep on slipping 'til the end of the earth
Like a ghost sinking into the ground
Keep on slipping 'til the end of the earth
Now that all these black clouds
Keep on raining down
Wasn't technically perfect
Could it have been any better?
Falling faster and faster
Do you still feel clever?
Couldn't stop the momentum
Couldn't stop you from crashing
Wish that I had seen it coming
And you were so sick
You were skin and bones
So you fed yourself excuses
Just to keep it going
Nodding on and on
(Nodding on and on)
(Nodding on and on)
Raining on and on
(Raining on and on)
So keep on slipping 'til the end of the earth
Do you remember what was said?
You could lose the sleep
All of those nauseous things
I'll have you know
It didn't take long
I'd bring you back to Earth
Return to the earth
And if you come down
Return to the earth
So keep on slipping 'til the end of the earth
Like a ghost sinking into the ground
Keep on slipping 'til the end of the earth
Now that all these black clouds
Keep on raining.
Breathe in
Sink in
I bet you couldn't sleep
I bet you couldn't see with the tunnel vision that you had
(Keeps on raining)
(Keeps on raining)
I bet you couldn't breathe
I bet you couldn't breathe when your lungs collapsed
(Keeps on raining)
(Keeps on raining)
I know you felt alone
I know you felt it in your bones
I could feel it in my teeth
I know you couldn't sleep
(If only you would find your mind)
Worried I can't remember where to begin
Misplaced my mind, presupposition
But you didn't know what you should've done
Maybe I shouldn't have had another one
Maybe I'm just desperate to think
you'd be fine after you lost your mother
I guess that I thought that you'd be alright
Are you alright?
I wish you the best
I wish you godspeed
I wish you the rest
And now you can sleep
They say that life goes on
Can't imagine how you missed her
But tell me where have you gone
Where was I when you called home
It's just not that easy when all that's
left is just all your bones