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I’m tormented by alien dreams
And the sound of mammalian screams
They’re calling out to me, these things that should not be
Feel them tearing my mind at the seams
I’ve seen the light of the divine rod
Showing me the glowing paths untrod
There’s nothing more to see, in this reality
I lick the blood from the horns of the Golden God
I will show you things you won’t believe
Catastrophic pain with no reprieve
Fear me, I am the one, who feeds upon the sun
My eternal word you shall receive
Domination
Isolation
Desolation
Transformation
Screaming children, beaten and diseased
Demons chasing females through the trees
Red runs the river now, kneel down and take a bow
Rampant paranoia and unease
Take the sharpest thing that you can reach
Cut the carcass, swim beneath the meat
Like an amphibian, into oblivion
I will be your King, I am the Leech
Domination
Isolation
Desolation
Transformation
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Bohemian Groove
04:39
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There’s a region where your feelings all can be let go
Dodecahedrons, crystal healing, and an earthen glow
You’ll see the sky and breathe, now feel resigned
Don’t be uptight, just be, and lose your mind
Spinning fire at the pyre in a field of green
In the briar my desire makes me feel unclean
Believe me now, I’ve really found the one
Receive and bow, perceive the world undone
Go where they go, flow with the tide
We aren’t free, no, but that’s the vibe
Disassociation, your foundations shall be overcome
Illumination, rumination, affirmation makes me dumb
I scream and shout and plead, “We’ve got to run!”
They see me now, too late, the deed is done
Steal my ego, conceal my pride
We aren’t free, no, but that’s the vibe
There’s legions of delinquents in the season of the afterglow
Lesions and secretions; there’s a reason that the trees won’t grow
I’m bleeding out and drying in the sun
But death’s a trip; I’ll try it just for fun
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Lick The Toad
05:54
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Lick the toad, like the stories told, just break the mould
Lick it clean, embrace sights unseen, dimethyltryptamine
It’s in my brain, it’s all re-arranged, changed, it’s so strange
I feel insane, what’s my name again? Drained, make it go away
Fractal dreams, pterodactyl screams, time has no meaning
What have I done? I must try to run, but my mind is overrun
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The Charmer
04:16
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Paleofuture
06:20
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Our time is minimal (In the clean air)
At the pinnacle (We are threadbare)
Hypocritical (We were so wrong)
Time for a miracle (It’s been too long)
Our minds are liminal (Take it in stages)
Signs subliminal (All through the ages)
Cut the sutures (Don’t become mythical)
Paleofuture (Transcend the physical)
Oh, where do we go?
Find a way (to a place) Pathways once known
Mock the predictor (How could we be so bold?)
Off the richter (We’re in a stranglehold)
Shared insanity (Behaviours cyclical)
Total depravity (Apocalyptical)
Monastic visionary (Our roots are bestial)
Galactic missionary (Future celestial)
Veins galvanical (Centre of gravity)
Our brains mechanical (The singularity)
Nowhere to call home
Light of day (goes away) Blood turns to stone
Forebearers once roamed
Led astray (to decay) Upturned genome
Cosmic material (Sent from the Moon God)
Minds ethereal (In the cocoon pod)
Protohistory (Our spirit’s neutered)
Follow the mystery (Paleofuture)
Nostalgic plateau
Gamma ray (inner space) Past lives re-grown
Amalgam of clones
Emigre (fade away) Now we’re dethroned
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The Spectre Collective Wellington, New Zealand
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