Elephant - The Hypnotist Of Hypercube Transcendence lyrics

rate me

Am I an individual or just a pattern of behaviors? <br />

A frustrated observer unable to control<br />

I am this monolith - impressive and solitary<br />

Lingering without being perceived<br />

The crux is corrupted, inadequate, illusory<br />

Assumptions in the center, a point of blindness<br />

I built this model around a flaw<br />

So failure can never confront me<br />

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I am a machine of heat, entropy, and friction<br />

Simplified into a drone of fear, hunger and lust<br />

A critical period of social development<br />

Being is motion and I stand still<br />

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Purity is a symptom of waste and neglect<br />

Only a stylite would be so proud<br />

From atop a tall and narrow pedestal<br />

I shall be toppled by my own pretensions<br />

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The fallacy of regression, cause where none exists<br />

Once I believed then was betrayed<br />

Friends are still alive and unchanged in my thoughts<br />

And I can never forget because I am alone<br />

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An eye of contradiction in the core of stability<br />

Absorbed within myself, all is elusive<br />

Barriers I created, the arrogance of secrecy<br />

The altered state of memories is now my existence<br />

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Calculate the imponderable for the thrill of possibilities<br />

To avoid facing the harshness of the present<br />

An instant of fulcrum and quiet privilege<br />

Becomes the slow sinking into insanity<br />

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Beauty is vanity, says one embittered soul<br />

Without companions, obsessive and hateful<br />

Desperate for others, I surrounded myself with mirrors<br />

And grew to despise the sincerity of my reflection<br />

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Clues, codes, and mysteries - a sea of irrelevance<br />

Ambitions pale beside the remembrance of those I loved<br />

The questioning child weaves uncertainty<br />

Because not one answer will suffice<br />

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From a brave man I've become a whimpering creature<br />

Initiative to inertia through inexplicable disillusion<br />

At last in a dream I see her and I speak<br />

And she turns her back on me - she doesn't remember<br />

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It is always too late and it is never too late<br />

Dying and birthing in constant flux<br />

Voices surround me to join them in life<br />

Circling and mocking like my wounds agape<br />

A palindrome while clever is still an enclosed system<br />

Emotions collide until stagnation and freezing<br />

Momentum and intent defeated by indecision<br />

It's all my fault, I could have been