Hey
I’ve watching you from across the room
Seeing how you grow and prosper
How I’ve grown to love you
I imagine magma eating my body
Such a burning sensation could only be caused by love
I latch on to death as it drives so near to me
but I come back to my senses, or perhaps from cowardly fears
Creation of an imaginary hole,
Should I be ashamed
Fire is a motif that seems so inviting
But it is dampened by things so natural
And heightened to a degree so out of control
By fits of passion and catalysts unfortunate
Gerund am I, words cannot describe my state of mind
Numbers are obsolete compared to my objects
Simply the thought can lead to a misunderstanding
Behind its motive and problems in the self
I wake
The dark ahead of me seems less bright
The light seems so inviting and so safe
There is no more torment or sadness just a mind
Of scientific progress
Creation of an imaginary hole,
Should I be ashamed
For the remnants feel so real
A new reference frame
Oh in the back in my mind near an exit
That keeps filling up with waste
Whenever I try to put it in its place
The sky opens up and an abomination appears
Consisting of all human interpretations of evil
When I think of it I flail involuntarily
For the redness is so frightening
I constructed blue to retain my humanity
The morning is slow but sure
The beast draws ever near
Who could possibly believe these tales of absurdity
Nothing matters
Everything remains
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