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LYRICS: Lapse 00:00 - 03:14 Instrumental* Featherweight 03:14 - 11:12 Scaling The Seven to The Scale, to Hound The Man with heart in hand. I'm Set at the bloom circling before the last and above all the rest - Alight at Falcon Nest, the coil ends. Scaling The Seven to The Scale, to Hound The Man with heart in hand. I'm Set at the bloom circling before the last and above all the rest, calcified by my ladened spine - Alight at Falcon Nest, the coil ends. To fledge forever over the gate, is a breeze for a feather. Serpents scale to usurp the crown for your kingdom come. The current whorls to the firmament, unfolding each lotus to reform the torus and fledge the flowered field unified at The Eye... as one focal point called by His non-local voice - fly. Yet interfacing with the death and birth place, Her hyperspatial embrace was gated. In Jacob's name to Jacob's end, UnAbel to walk without a Cain, the old Babeling man fell six again - A reign of vertebrae un-fated. The Cosmic Egg above a head will never crack. A wilted stem, blind of light. A breeze for a feather - a breeze to fledge forever. Forever un-flowered, we fall forever. To fledge forever is a breeze for a feather. The Wake 11:12 - 16:29 Tongue-tied, and dry, as the waves billow over. I'm growing sitient - all that's baptized is withering. I'm too light to sink, too dark to float - the heaviest hallow. I drank to get to the bottom but i'm anchored to the surface. I should've offered you a drink. It was all for me. Dim, learning to swim in the fountain. Hymns wrote on a whim, on naked skin we've scoured away. I missed all of the signs. I cast-about, oblivious to the sea turned to wine 'cause im preoccupied with mine. So i'll give it all. I'll give mine away. For one grail of the divine, I'll give mine back into the fountain. For one grail of the divine, I'll give mine. Outcast in the waves of the divine - I'll give mine. Omen of Shade 16:29 - 21:40 I, the hedonistic ascetic, am either/or before The Periphery. She said to me, "See. Disobey your dual naivety." I, the hedonistic ascetic, am either/or each form. Blinded by my binaries, I am - torn, as The Other obscures an undefining epiphany at The Periphery. She said to me, "See. Disobey your dual naivety. Bleed, trace what I'm hiding from view. Come through. Leave you before me. Embody the grey." Blending in black, She colored me outside of her line. My dyeing light reunited as white. Beyond contrasted hues, when blinds drew, I'd seen her through. I'd seen the value between two. All and nothing, greyed along The Middle Way. The Ordinary Strain 21:40 -27:43 Born of order, growing rogue. Fallen - garden walled. Fractioning one by one - seeds of our severed will. A map he feigned - lines drawn at our dawn - veiled. We had it all - at once. He'll mask our rapture, ration, master everything. He must know. And so he webs, entangled within the view... Now, a pilgrim of labyrinth retreats seeking things buried, to mend his inventions to dead ends. He cannot mine what's crystalline. Behind mind lies the highest ideal, unveiled. Yet he quantifies, lies, creates a maze of what's real. So convenient is his fiction - a player of name games, so afraid of metacognition. He wanders off on paths imagined, attached to blackened perception... in shame. A polarized compass of self in doorless corridors, adorns his world from floor to border with hallucinations of representation. Aimlessly lost in pathology, he leads the entropy of you and me, of us all. And so he webs entangled within the view... the view. Animation by ShaMoon ‪@shamoon.studio‬ Creative Direction by Troy Anthony Misita ‪@globaebeemolina8298‬oowebaebe Art Direction by Jasper (dot) Golding @jasper.golding