Simulacrum from Saprophytic by PØZØR
Tracklist
| 3. | Simulacrum | 10:10 |
Lyrics
You are your idea of you.
Your senses.
Universal optical illusion.
senses built to maintain a frequency.
The black screen in your palm.
A simulation of friendship.
Your lover and your enemy.
A false gift from an alien.
Let us dip ourselves into this Bethesda.
And remember the origin of the cathedral.
To heal without gospel.
To heal with vibration.
To kill what is dead.
To feel the phoenix of calamity and rebirth.
We are the imagination of ourselves.
It speaks without a tongue.
Like a fork, it turns and tunes the decayed.
Among us, are those that wish us to understand.
Swim in these waters and hear the bell.
A prison of perception.
A poison of paradigm.
A pageant of profanity.
A potion of impurity.
Let us dip ourselves into this Bethesda.
And remember the origin of the cathedral.
To heal without gospel.
To heal with vibration.
To kill what is dead.
To feel the phoenix of calamity and rebirth.
