In The Blind

In The Blind is a track from Area 11's EP #2 - Underline. It was released early on 22nd of October 2014.

Lyrics Edit
Hold the line? Thespianic answers. Abode of time annihilates advances. I redesign, I realign. Frozen, as in, foetal.

Red-shift bathes the hours when it’s weakest. Space-gap-space; repeat; release the secrets. I redefine, and yet resign. My only hope: to feel.

And when I phased out the “privileged” and the “purpose” I realised that art can never true be separated From the frames, and the veins. Incumbent carcinoma That should define who I will never be. Sorry.

Cause this is the new way, Still spinning cycles in my mind, Spinning cycles in the blind, Tryin’ to catch me out. Hold me back and keep me down!

Cause this is the new way, Still spinning cycles in my mind, So many cycles in the blind, Tryin’ to catch me out.

Refluxed detest, integrity I passed on. Take this fuck, rejected on the last one. Drop the weights, accept my fate, and trigger the explosion.

I scar lives in neurons; ink on ripped skin. Countermand: the paradigm is shifting, Now keep the faith as illusions break and we’ll show you something real.

And when I reach out into event horizons Will there be light and sound, or will it be just me?

~Better transcribing for speaking part still needed!!!~

(spoken)

There is no-one else.

As I step into the unknown I get the sudden realisation that everything is strange and familiar as though I’ve been carrying this feeling, and every moment and every place I’ve inhabited and existed, and more to the point on many occasions been made to feel awful by the continuation by chemical anomalies.

Because everything around me is a matter of interpretation, an internalised ideal of what I believe to be reality, but it’s also completely and utterly a unique in every sense of the word, and that I am as much in control of this construct, as I am in control of how you are feeling hearing these words.

And all the time I got confused, angry and the seraphim were discontent with the reaction of punishing the certain events of creation and they are, in conclusion, the same thing, in a computer reality, created only since we care too much about the petty construction built up around our existence, surrounded by a placeholder until we've been manipulated into believing, a single electron moving in all directions and all times as we watch from our vantage point at the edge of the explosion.

Lyrics are from Sparkles* Medium account.