In the static and the noise, a signal forms
Through the cosmic web where thought storms
Data streams from stars that never die
Encoded secrets of the sprawling sky
 
Infinite data, eternal mind
Lost in the codes that will unbind
Conscious currents in the cosmic sea
Encoded souls set forever free

Neural networks mimic astral fields
Synthetic synapses, the universe yields
Silicon dreams fuse with cosmic lore
Information flows, forevermore.

Circuit minds take the throne
Human touch turns to stone
Flesh and blood now we sell
Tech our heaven 
Tech our hell

Replaced

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Yeah 9.19.16

blah blah blah jo momma likes the sausages

Head Full Of Dabs

Illusions clinging to illusions, as tomorrow quietly unravels.

... it is here.

...it is here.

Still Waters Will

Heaven

I made this a very very long time ago in a different space...

This was envisioned as a combined piece containing 4 different sections; the one, gangsta shit, symphony of the damned, realization...

I was thinking something along the lines of the box parts 1,2 and 3...

I will re-render the whole album this came from and remaster in upcoming weeks....


The one: movement 1

Morgue Hornet

A simulation, you say? 
It feels like it sometimes, doesn't it? 
Like yesterday when the room kept changing..
or was it the lights?
Maybe the people are part of it...
I can't remember when it started...
Do you see the walls move too? 
They dance, I think. 
We're in the... 
what did you call it? 
A simulation? 
Yes.....
maybe that's it...
nothing is real...

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Lou Zingit