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54 LYRICS
"PHI" (2006 Demo)
1. Fractal.
2. Chrysalis
3. Rule #1
4. Zero
1. Fractal.
I am a number, I am a man
Of enzymes and organs, all that I am
Built by structure, I’m molecules and atoms
I’m an organic, carbon-based life-form.
Constantly changing, -living a lie.
As I sit here (hara-kiri), ready to die.
As the sign of the effect of the butterfly
spread itself across the northern sky
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
The winds of change charge again
and changes back what was changed before.
The cycle goes around, the circle remains unchanged;
-Passing once more through the same old doors.
I am a number, I am a pawn
Proud and white I stand on row number one
where I stand still, anticipate
and gaze at the king on row number eight.
A fractal in a fractal, now fly away
A fractal in a fractal, the light of day
A fractal in a fractal, can’t help you find
A fractal in a fractal, what’s on my mind.
One life, one fractal, the stars and we are one
One life, one fractal, our energy goes on.
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
To favour my loved ones alone,
it changes the illusion of my life in vain.
I am one with nature, together we go on.
My cycle ends, I am complete once again.
The yawning emptiness above me
touching the horizon in purple and blue;
“As you stare into the abyss,
the abyss stares back at you.”
Constantly changing, -living a lie.
As I sit here (hara-kiri), ready to die.
As the sign of the effect of the butterfly
Spread itself across the northern sky
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
The yawning emptiness above me
touching the horizon in purple and blue;
“As you stare into the abyss,
the abyss stares back at you.” *
*Quote from William Blake
2. Chrysalis
Page of creatures, you're a piece of art
shaped and formed every day from the start
Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature's hands and heart
Composed, designed, embraced, conceived
and from the safety of our chrysalis; depart.
Page of creatures, you're a piece of art.
You are unique, no less, -a treasure.
The prodigy of a proud mother earth
Live, enjoy the thrill, the pleasure
of yet a chance; another rebirth.
We're pieces of a clockwork
a heart, a brain and able hands
cooperate where dangers lurk,
together we shall stand.
Healing eachother's wounds,
sharing blood and water.
Bury us in common tombs
together with our fathers.
Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature's hands and heart.
I stare above and I feel the fourth dimension
tugging my soul and begs me to try.
So I stretch up my arms and close my eyes,
break out of my shell and I fly.
Tiny lives and tiny deaths
beneath the sun and moon.
Ovate ourselves in every breath
with candles and perfumes.
We're orphan siamese siblings
fighting our only destiny.
With ancient wisdom's scribblings
fighting back the anarchy.
Painting by numbers the, world turns again
a cycle repeated the, story the same.
Chaos took over now order is regained
and a perfect sculpture is all that remains.
3. Rule #1
Worship the Earth, worship the Sun
as you all worship Rule # 1
The dark sky where I count the stars are at its best a vast deep scar
screaming secrets shouting songs to deaf ears from above and
If we could see what is being showed
ever riddle would be solved
there's no denying gravity: a Rule #1
we've always obeyed the course of the stars,
the moon, the planets, and the sun.
Rule #1 is pulling our strings
and we base our lives around these things.
Our instincts, subconscience, laws of the mind
tell us what's coming from what is behind.
There's your Heaven and there's your dreams
there are your symbols whatever they mean
There's your home exactly as you wanted.
There's your nirvana, there's your Hell
there’s your Tifareth or Rivendell
There's your soul completed and enchanted
Try to dare to trust your intuition and try
to make life and everything in it worth while.
There is logic, it all makes sense
what separates us now is only a tiny difference.
We're cogs in the greatest refinery
wherein we are products as well as machinery
Explore what is beyond all this;
dwell no longer in oblivious bliss.
Clutch your legacy; find the facts
to render your body, soul and spirit
complete and intact.
There's your Heaven and there's your dreams
there are your symbols whatever they mean
There's your home exactly as you wanted.
There's your nirvana, there's your Hell
There's your Tifareth or Rivendell
There's your soul completed and enchanted
Tear away the thin shroud that separates you from understanding.'
The dark sky where I count the stars are at its best a vast deep scar
screaming secrets shouting songs to deaf ears from above and
worship the Earth, worship the Sun
as you all worship Rule # 1
4. Zero
Deliverance and paradise
slip through the hole in your head.
Your tranquillity is touching.
You are perfect; -dead.
The outmost cleanliness
unstained by the sin of your soul.
You face seems at rest, unworried,
your skin so fresh and cold.
The pumping rain fades the word,
the winter fades the bullet’s kiss.
A perfect is loud but unheard;
only for me, only I see this.
Snowflakes gather themselves
on your coagulated fluids;
for once they don’t melt;
you’re holy now; a druid.
Again you intertwine with the world,
once again you’re home.
You’re alive, undying, golden, you’re gilded.
You are chrome.
Zero, and the end is near.
You know I will meet you there.
Every number is rotting.
The great Lorentz’ attractor
as well shall end in nothing.
What ran down your face like a UPC
grew umbra and dark in the wind.
Only this way can you be complete;
red down your face in thicks and thins.
I see the galaxy, the universe unfold;
confessions from a god’s death bed.
Red dwarves and white blood cells grow cold
oozing from the red black hole in your head.
And the warm wet circle ends in nothing,
I will meet you there.
The only number that isn’t rotting;
Zero, the ending is near.
Zero, the ending is near,
I will meet you there.
It ends; -nothing.
–Nothing, still rotting.
Zero
Zero (the ending is near)
Zero
(Now)
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