“The hollow rapture of emotions once lived.”
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This is the second follow-up single from recently released Retrotopia.
Lyrics
In my dim study, the flicker of lantern slides
paint more shadow than light
In these ephemeral memories
I grasp at the essence of human experience
I have transcended the crude apparatus of modernity
True enlightenment
Lies not in the capture of images
But in the extraction of their affect
I walk alone, the echoes of my steps
A ghostly consort, unheard
I find my sanctuary
The MRY’s, these husks of memories
The hollow rapture
Of emotions once lived
I have now moved beyond these images
To the extraction of their emotional essence
The eMox
My chemical extract
A vibrant spectrum of emotion
Sourced from captured memories
What remains
Is the frozen husks of recollection
I am the unseen, the untamed
Here in solitude’s embrace
Are the relics discarded dreams
My presence is the only truth
Amid the remnants of fractured echoes
I am sovereign of the lost and forgotten
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
In flasks I whisper, I coax the ghost
Feelings of specter, humanity’s host
Shadows accrue, the night unfurls
A tempest stirs, the liquid swirls
You snip the flame of man’s true spark
A cosmic barber in the dark
You strip the soul of fire and fight
Leave us hollow, lost to the night
Emo extraction, the truth comes pure
Clarity elixir, the soul’s endure
My treasure, veiled in twilight’s guise
To dampen down, our inner cries
But gilded lies in your vial dwell
Freedom caged in a golden cell
Warmth of heart – you cool, decay
Even us monsters turn away
Blind your vision, wield your scream
Mind’s peace worth more than your dream
The E-mox frees, it breaks the links
From sorrow’s ocean, one unsinks
Dive too deep, lose treasures old
MRY’s where shadows hold
Your cold craft dims the soul’s bright gleam
In endless void, dark nightmares swim
In the lab’s dim light the solace found
Chemistry to keep the beast unbound
As I toil with mind’s abyssian morass
I feel the pull of the dark trespass
You think you’re the sculptor, the master of the game?
I’m the untold story, the eternal flame
You’re the surface, the fading light of dream
I’m the grit, I’m the real, I’m the unseen scream
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
The essence of tears
The spirit’s dew
Lifted drops
Of biochemical brew
