Eccentric Pendulum piosenki

I was born in the womb I was born inside you But you did not create me Unbearable unpredictability In this mortal maze I do not belong to you But I am not it Become me Become me Become me In this mortal maze Was I born? From the womb of pipes B...

In a place where light falls ahead, ahead of time In a place where darkness means no, no poetry Thrills of light less passages Drill the wounds into sight Into the eyes that witness no sense of time Tears of my own creation My breath of innocence Reach...

Where is my corridor of thoughts? Where are the stars to this success? Where is the queen that I have became? Stolen and taken over by the engineered Programmed is the opening Of the portal to the higher Monotonic ecstasy Is what they need De-engin...

Between Zer[o] and infinity Listen to the unique silence That follows my sacral screams Fragments of my dreams Exposed into this draining parallel Spinning planet Wound by objects that create the Phenomenon: impermanence Where is the center? Why...

Indulge in your Ever expanding stammer Immerse thy self intoA placebo Of paralysis Of prominence and penance Slip into self admiration Of imbalance and imperfection Of synonym and sarcasm Slip into self admiration Of imbalance and imperfection...

Sedated outburst of energy Periodical, The envy is constant Never seeking to disengage Timing imperfect, incorrect Not supposed to be this way Working cannot, lead to the light It’s true that once broken It cannot be mended Jumping levels only with...

Access the void Of an incomplete panorama For what bleeds instantly Is followed by something far more profuse Procreate Recreate Fabricate x 2 Accents of another nectar From discovery to the new-born user A mockery of facts, deliberated Procreate...

None that you wanted Lead me to the fire Let sepia drown upon me They sat they lead me Towards the higher Let sepia drown upon me Let me rise below thee Lead me to the source Lead me to the deinspired [x2] Invisible supremacy take over my innocence...

Axioms Of aphotic expressions At this acute cellulotic moment At this junction of catastrophy A million pixel-lated twigs Of leaping faith Fall across to the steps I must trace back Cross between these tasteless ears and eyes of random order Walk with...

Now So passionate About your survival Your life placed on a narcotic wave of creative conception No presence of breath Neither breath of any presence Your breath on a vacant space Mortal Like an abscess waiting to be burst with pin point precision...