Synthesized Instinct - text
Like looking for stars that they’ll never find
Synthesized instinct establishing drive
Extending to nerves, engulfing the spine
Catatonic, they think that it’s real
A curve in the Arc, it becomes a wheel
“Minutes like seasons - a rush of air
Inducing reason - but burning a flair.”
There’s a hand that reaches through minds
Probing far and wide
And in time you will learn to receive what it finds
A process sublime
“It can’t burn on forever, it dies.
The hand, a beholder to see you through time.”
“Time? Time is a winding dial. “
Minutes, seconds going by
Glimpses, fractures, micro-sized
Connecting the panes together
The shades bleed and the cracks collide into passages
- Floating in Delirium
- Synthesized Instinct
- Static Shattering
- Estranged from Orbit
- Infrared Horizon
- Anchored to the Inlayed A..
- Mist Like Mercury
- Vacant Explorer
- Graveyard of Lightless Pl..
- Ash Eclipse
- 1. Moon Funeral
- 2. Estranged from Orbit
- 3. Wired Opposites
- 4. Brain Transplant
- 5. Graveyard of Lightless Pl..
- 6. Ash Eclipse
- 7. Anchored to the Inlayed A..
- 8. Static Shattering
- 9. Synthesized Instinct
- 10. Frozen Planets