Post post modernest introspection
I am only what I put into everything else
To lose hope is to die, to lose love is to starve
But you and I are unbreakable cells
To deconstruct the deconstruction
I fear the cliche, so I make more
Fear’s comfort is that I thrive for myself
If God exists my existence is meaningless
Reduce the world to a number
Lusting after perfect eternal fire
Is there something missing or too much inside?
Too late have I decided that my feelings are dire
Lover wires tying my hands and my mind
Expressionistic gestures so meaningless
To discover modernism is already dead
So we construct something post-esque
I wrote the rules
A priori and true
I expose it to the world
I promise I’ll stop soon
Inherent value of a non existent
To justify ourselves in a space so dark
Tis a construction of a mind so frail
To exist only for the sake of its parts
Because I exist I cannot just think
I must bring something that brings rapture
To people’s hearts, minds and souls
Of what I am not sure…
I want every single significant part of me
To be something I’m proud of
And right now it’s everything I ever wanted to be
That makes me scared of
Everything I’d ever hoped not to happen
Jumping me like some sort of
All encompassing philosophy
Reminding me of everything I can’t fucking say
You ready for some rock n roll baby?
This kinda sound drives me crazy
I’m turning on my brain for just one second
Cause every single thing we do makes me worry
And so the smallest crack in you
The negligence of my sight
Is to split my heart in two
And so I beg of you please reply
In terms of ambition, stylistic diversity, and sheer righteous power, “Magus” is going to be a tough magic act for any band to follow. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 7, 2018