In the Blind

Hold the line? Thespianic answers
Abode of time annihilates advances
I redesign, I realign
Frozen, as in, foetal
Red-shift bathes the hours when it's weakest
Space-gap-space; repeat; release the secrets
I redefine, and yet resign. My only hope: to feel
And when I phased out the "privileged" and the "purpose"
I realised that art can never true be separated
From the frames, and the veins. Incumbent carcinoma
That should define who I will never be. Sorry

Cause this is the new way
Still spinning cycles in my mind
Spinning cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Hold me back and keep me down!

Cause this is the new way
Still spinning cycles in my mind
So many cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Tryin' to catch me out

Refluxed detest, integrity I passed on
Take this fuck, rejected on the last one
Drop the weights, accept my fate, and trigger the explosion
I scar lives in neurons; ink on ripped skin
Countermand: the paradigm is shifting
Now keep the faith as illusions break and we'll show you something real
And when I reach out into event horizons
Will there be light and sound, or will it be just me?

Cause this is the new way
Still spinning cycles in my mind
Spinning cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Hold me back and keep me down!

Cause this is the new way
Still spinning cycles in my mind
So many cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Tryin' to catch me out

There is no-one else

And as I stepped into the unknown I get the sudden realisation that everything is strangely familiar as though I've been carrying this feeling, in every moment and every place I've inhabited and existed, and more to the point after many occasions been made to really feel awful by the continuation of chemical anomalies.

Because everything around me is a viral indication of an internalised ideal of what I believe to be reality, but it's also completely and unbelievably unique in every sense of the word, and that I am as much in control of this construct as I am in control of how you feel hearing these words

And all the time I got confused, angry, and insatiably discontent with the reaction of punishing the certain events of creation and they are, in conclusion, the same thing, in a computer reality (the only reason reality?), created only since we care too much about the petty construction that was built up around our existence, surrounded by a placeholder until we've been manipulated into believing, a single electron moving in all directions and all times as we watch from our vantage point at the edge of the explosion

Cause this is the new way
Still spinning cycles in my mind
Spinning cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Hold me back and keep me down!

Cause this is the new way,
Still spinning cycles in my mind
So many cycles in the blind
Tryin' to catch me out
Tryin' to catch me out