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Myopic Reality
03:58
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The crescent boundary of the stable and definite has closed upon the cradle of perception, relinquishing control to the haunts of the imagination yet again. A vast, unending, ever-shifting sea of uncertainty and chaos quickly rushes in, replacing all that was known and was to be known about the world, a world that was just left so readily, as if return was unquestionably assured. Within a span of mere seconds, the swell of the tide pushes up to the abyssal yet inviting orifices, two in number but one in purpose and identity. It enters voraciously, as if the mass of deceptively playful shadow were waiting an eternity for this opportunity. It shudders with mad delight as it passes through, contorting its molten folds as it starts to solidify, passing through a grand threshold that only serves to magnify itself. Taking forms and discarding them at once, the ever-morphing maelstrom of mirage dances through the vitreous ballroom toward the dominating shape on the other side: Mars, the Red Planet, becoming the Red Plane, ready to receive violence so that violence may find a friend in flights of fancy and—dare it admits—even wild enjoyment. It is an enjoyment that becomes the debauchment of sanity, if not just for a time that is forgotten so quickly, despite its severity. It is an enjoyment that is sometimes short-lived, or even absent, as the shapes twist into grotesque shapes and serve to only add to the fear of such an event happening again. It is futile, for it shall happen again and again and again and gain more and more control over the world of the living in the process. At the center of it all is a central form, less formless than those surrounding it but still impossible to discern if one could do such a thing in the first place. It moves gracefully, almost naturally, but with a mad fervor that is unparalleled by any single mortal in not its capriciousness, but its preciseness. The form moves around in a fractal dance as smooth, fogged patterns start to foam and coagulate into less and less abstract, yet more and more complex, shapes. The form then glides off to the side as the world it created so effortlessly takes shape, yet again, as it has for countless nights. As it will for countless nights. As it will forever.
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The Archmage
08:32
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I carve into the spirit of every single mind
Taking what’s yours and leaving what’s mine
As you adjust to a monochrome view of the world
I replace it with a kaleidoscope of wild colours unfurled
My powers are vast yet I cannot escape
This space where the cornea is police tape
My world is restricted by the world that I define
And sometimes I wish my magic weren’t arcane but divine
I’m the archmage of dreams
I’m the archenemy of light
I decide if your dreams are dark or bright
I’m the archmage of eyes
Shut closed by the night
I decide what mad visions come to sight
As you slip into sleep I slip into laughter
You heard of the Sandman? I’m the one who comes after
I wish no more but to pull the strings
But you know it’s not easy now here’s the thing
I chose this life, it didn’t choose me
This life of complicated multifaceted monotony
I willingly accepted with hungry eyes and hungry mind
But as soon as it was irreversable it was obvious I was blind
I’m the archmage of dreams
I’m the archenemy of light
I decide if your dreams are dark or bright
I’m the archmage of eyes
Shut closed by the night
I decide what mad visions come to sight
I am a tumor in your aqueous humor
Ready to create a world of excitement and horror
I am a tumor in your aqueous humor
Ready to create a dream
I stand atop the lens looking into myself
I see just an abyss of imagined feelings leaking out
My arms form gelatin molds of electric fields
Pulsating through dancing prismatic clouds
I lose myself in my own mad displays
Working all night and not having days
My days are stolen by my sorry excuse for a life
But I will live forever, so it’s all worth it, right?
For I’m the archmage of dreams
I’m the archenemy of light
I decide if your dreams are dark or bright
I’m the archmage of eyes
Shut closed by the night
I decide what mad visions come to sight
I’m the archmage of dreams
I’m the archenemy of light
I decide if your dreams are dark or bright
I’m the archmage of eyes
Shut closed by the night
I decide what mad visions come to sight
I am a tumor in your aqueous humor
Ready to create a world of excitement and horror
I am a tumor in your aqueous humor
Ready to create a dream
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Saturetina
10:10
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In your spectral wishes
I turn your truth to ashes
And your forty winks
Turn into forty lashes
Let’s start your saturated perception
A bright light flashes, a moment crashes
A vortex of emotion, a spiral arm
A tug a pull as your frame of reference upheaves
Yet there is no physical harm
In your spectral wishes
I turn your truth to ashes
And your forty winks
Turn into forty lashes
Let’s start your saturated perception
Landscapes of change float along by chance
And sands of time perform a dance
The saccharine narcotic mind obstructs
Your terminal comatose stage
In your spectral wishes
I turn your truth to ashes
And your forty winks
Turn into forty lashes
Let’s start your saturated perception
Turn rods into cones
Use your imagination
And add to your delusion
With colors so bold
Turn rods into cones
It's your imagination
It's your saccharine delusion
With colors so bold
Turn rods into cones
I’m your imagination
It’s all just an illusion
And I’m in control
Turn rods into cones
I'm your imagination
It's all just an illusion
For I'm in control
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Nerve
08:01
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Feel me, do you feel me?
Nightmares they will peel me
Back and, you will fear me
Hear me, do you hear me?
Much deeper than your sclera
I instill terror
No one can remove me
No one can improve me
I have no human contact
Besides my contract
I made without your permission
I succeeded in my mission
Feel me, do you feel me?
Nightmares they will peel me
Back and, you will fear me
Hear me, do you hear me?
Feel me, do you feel me?
Nightmares they will peel me
Back and, you will fear me
Hear me, do you hear me?
I’m in need
I’m in need
I’m in need
But I won’t admit defeat
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The Psychotic Goddess
08:29
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I believe that I’m not
Alone in this place
Though I wish I could
Understand that idea
Who could be causing
Unforseen obstacles
Or maybe they’re helpful
And I’m just blind
Who is she
The one in robes
Holding a golden apple
She can’t wait to throw
She invades
My dreaming mind
That twirls with discord
And she is mine!
I keep my eyes
Peeled to the east
Awaiting chaos
Or just a tease
She comes through my eyes
Out into space
Now I hunger for it
So much more than just a taste
Who is she
The one in robes
Holding a golden apple
She can’t wait to throw
She invades
My dreaming mind
That twirls with discord
And she is mine!
I’m drawn to her!
(I’m drawn to disharmony)
I’m drawn to her!
(Will it do harm to me?)
Do I want more from her?
(I cannot believe that she)
Yes I want more from her!
(Stays by me comfortably)
I know what I must do
She is a match for me
And so that means she can
See all that I can see
I cannot let this be!
She must become me!
I will become she!
Usurped for eternity!
Who is she
The one in robes
Holding a golden apple
She can’t wait to throw
She invades
My dreaming mind
That twirls with discord
And she is mine!
Who is she
The one in robes
Holding a golden apple
She can’t wait to throw
She invaded
My dreaming mind
That twirled with discord
Now she is mine!
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6. |
Circumelectrocution
05:32
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Tell me
Were you in the labyrinth of confined realities last night?
I saw you
I saw you
I saw you crawlin’ down the optic halls
scrawlin’ on the walls
Tell me
Were you waiting for me to unearth your sarcophagus of doubt?
I heard you
I heard you
I heard you making a scene in my sight
Making a mockery of my might!
Do I see an oculus here
In your choroidal dome it appeared
Like a new moon in an endless night
I can finally see [light]
Tell me
Are you taunting me with retinopathy behind your optic nerve?
I saw you
I saw you
I saw you blindin’ yourself in the process
findin’ yourself in the abscess
Tell me
Are you hiding behind the scleral hemmorages of distorted thought?
I heard you
I heard you
I heard you making your pupil dilate
Making a mockery of what I hate!
Do I see an oculus here
In your choroidal dome it appeared
Like a new moon in an endless night
I can finally see [light]
Tell me
Are you incapable of dreaming what I dream?
Tell me
Are you inescapable or are you a twisted ticket for me?
Tell me
Are you a serpent’s tongue or do you have a price to pay?
Tell me
Are you the black lung of glossolalia voices of day?
Do I see an oculus here
In your choroidal dome it appeared
Like a new moon in an endless night
I can finally see --
Endless fields of upheaval of fear
As I dash around this jail-shaped sphere
My mold is broken now I must climb
Over the threshold of eternal time
Convex guards of twin aperture doors
Are one in the same but both brandish swords
The ocean that separates me from escape
Is drowning me as my fingernails scrape
Against the irridescent retinal wall
Endless receptors of my former thrall
I have nothing now for voices now say
My journey to Ismara is now underway
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Where the Colors Lie
05:52
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I slept like a liquid radiation
Seeping through primeval scars
Past mountains of pure platinum and mercury
Pooling in oceans of tongues
Sing the colors
Hear the voices
I am done with this place
Does the outside
Exist anymore
Do these eyes have a face?
The shores are lined with crystalline secrets
That dig into the eyelids of the obsidian sky
I breathe through reeds of pure magnesium
And soon I’ll see where the colors lie
Sing the colors
Hear the voices
I am done with this place
Does the outside
Exist anymore
Do these eyes have a face?
Sing the colors
Hear the voices
I am done with this place
Does the outside
Exist anymore
Do these eyes have a face?
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8. |
Hyperopia
15:25
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I’m breaking out!
I’m breaking out!
Let the world hold me!
I have been found!
I’m breaking out!
I’m breaking out!
Let the world hold me!
I have been found!
i remember now...
I touched their corneas with REM sleep
For some it hurt a bit at first but soon they’d be dreamin’ again
There was no laughing anymore as dreams were laid to waste
But as I turned omnipresent they turned toward what I...
I’m sellin’ dreams
They come in a syringe
If you knew the needle was goin’ in
why are you so quick to cringe?
I said,
You live in a world with no dreams
A world where dreams cannot begin
So why not let me in?
And I told them I
Can create dreams
All I need is to create my ocular twins
You will let me in. You all will let me in.
They satisfied my craving as I satisfied yours
Knocking down pillars in your retinal gorge
The charcoal expanse of the sea of unease
Crumbled into life for anyone who sees!
I’m sellin’ dreams
They come in a syringe
If you knew the needle was goin’ in
Why are you so quick to cringe?
I said!
You live in a world with no dreams
A world where dreams cannot begin
So why not let me in?
And I told them! I
Can create dreams
All I need is to create my ocular twins
You will let me in. You all will let me in.
I’m sellin’ dreams
(they’re completely free)
They come in a syringe
(they’re completely me)
If you knew the needle was goin’ in
(ohhh)
Why are you so quick to cringe?
(ohhhhhh!)
GIVE ME YOUR CORNEAS
I SHALL USE THEM AS A THRESHOLD
I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE
I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS
THAT’S WHAT I SAID TO THEM
I MEANT EVERY WORD
I WAS THEIR OPTHAUMATURGE
NOW LET ME BE HEARD
You live in a world with no dreams
A world where dreams cannot begin
So why not let me in?
I can create dreams
All I need is to create my ocular twins
You will let me in. You all will let me in.
And now I have escaped
Into the world of humankind
They hold their heads in pain
Is it my fault they’re now blind?
What was my hand in
This degradation of souls?
In ripping myself from their eyes
Have I only left holes?
We are dreamless
We are dreamless
They say
We are dreamless
And I’m to blame, they complain
I cannot bear to see
These eyes staring me down
I am a spectre from another world
And they’re driving me into the ground
But at the same time
Their looks are of wanting
Could it be that they now
Require my haunting?
We are dreamless
We are dreamless
They say
We are dreamless
And I’m to blame, but again
We are dreamless
We are dreamless
They say
We are dreamless
And I can fix everything
I’ve got no choice
I’m going back in
Once more I must clean
My rusty daggers of medicine
Diving into the murky depths
Of aqueous and vitreous seperated by lens
I descend into the pupils...
GIVE ME YOUR CORNEAS
I SHALL USE THEM AS A THRESHOLD
I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE
I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS
I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE
I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS
I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE
I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS
I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE
I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS
I am a tumor
In your aqueous humor
Ready to create a world
filled with nightmares and horror
I am a tumor
In your aqueous humor
Ready
to create
a dream
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