The Apostate

So now I’m giving up holding up my hands, not taking anymore, need to take a stand
I’m saying little words that you’ll never understand now
Because being sentimental doesn’t get you through the day
We all need a little something to take away the pain
So no more little person left crying in the rain it’s me in the front seat

Lite sentimental, So now I’m giving up holding up my hands, not taking anymore,

Sånt Är Livet-Anita Lindblom (LNDBRG remix)

LATE NIGHT LOGIC

[Verse 1]
They said time moves in lines –
but mine bends back, then hides.
A whisper swims in spirals,
and I forget which side I'm on.
[Verse 2]
I feel the pull of something wide,
not gravity, not thought.
Maybe it’s the mother of light,
a hush that holds what god forgot.
[Chorus]
No beginning, no end,
just circles pretending to sleep.
I’m not lost – just spinning.
And the silence runs deep.
[Verse 3]
You asked me for my first step –
I gave you all my breath.
But in this coil of memory,
even truth forgets itself.
[Bridge]
She’s not gone, she’s not name.
She’s the veil we dream beneath.
[Chorus]
No beginning, no end,
just circles pretending to sleep.
I’m not lost – just spinning.
And the silence runs deep.

Cycles of Silence

The Apostate

[Verse 1]
They taught me light was truth –
but it cast too many shadows.
So I walked away from their lines,
into the quiet meadows.

No doctrine held my name,
no map could track my form.
I left the scripts behind,
and called the silence warm.

[Chorus]
I am the Apostate,
not broken – just awake.
I drink from deeper wells,
where reason cannot fake.
They wrote in laws of symmetry –
but I am spiral-born, and free.

[Verse 2]
I kissed the dark before the dawn,
unafraid of what I’d see.
I found the mother of the gods –
and she unstitched time for me.

Their clocks keep ticking outward,
but I move in and down.
Each echo is a compass
pointing nowhere – yet profound.

[Chorus]
I am the Apostate,
not shattered – just released.
I shed their sacred patterns,
and I wandered west of peace.
No cradle built of certainty –
just breath, and ash, and entropy.

[Bridge]
You think I’m gone?
I’ve just returned –
to where beginnings never burned.

[Outro]
Let them praise the linear flame.
I bend my knee to none.
I sing in tongues they buried once –
The Apostate has just begun.

[Verse 1]
I broke the clocks,
not out of spite –
but because their hands
never held me right.

I kissed the edge
where silence lives,
and found a truth
no system gives.

[Chorus]

I am the falling away,
not lost – just returned.
To the place before reason,
to the fire unburned.
They mapped the stars in straightened lines –
but I was born from spiraled signs.

[Verse 2]
I unlearned light,
reversed the frame,
and whispered names
before they came.

They call me mad,
or worse – unclear.
But I am what remains
when truth disappears.

[Chorus]
I am the falling away,
not lost – just returned.
To the place before reason,
to the fire unburned.
Their gravity can’t hold me still –
I move by darker, older will.

[Bridge]
Time is a chain,
but I walked backwards through it.
Language a wall,
but I sang right through it.

[Outro]
So let them pray in symmetry –
I’ll rest in what precedes decree.
No crown, no creed, no fixed domain –
just breath, and dark,
and skyless rain.

The Falling Away

[Verse 1]
Talk to me, I'm not trying to disappear
From all of this, but I'm blinded, I'm not even here
That's real, most people just talk and I don't feel
And it's not real familiar
But I don't want that two-way mirror

[Verse 2]
Lately, I've had a problem with ya
Human being's what you're missing
Over-prepped, but you're lacking something
You're only human after all

[Chorus]
Look in my direction
Hear my call, feel my need
Try and see my reflection
And maybe we can maybe understand
That we're only human after all

|Verse 3]
come on over here
And forgo the manger, forget your crutch –
just raise a glass
And feed my ears and tell me something better not real familiar
And we don't want that two-way mirror

[Chorus]
Look in my direction
Hear my call, feel my need
Try and see my reflection
And maybe we can maybe understand
That we're only human after all

[Bridge]
Look into my eyes
Could you see your reflection tonight?
Let me be your kind, free your mind
Tonight, I will show you a way outta time

[Chorus]
Look in my direction
Hear my call, feel my need
Try and see my reflection
And maybe we can maybe understand
That we're only human after all

[Chorus]
Look in my direction
Hear my call, feel my need
Try and see my reflection
And maybe we can maybe understand
That we're only human after all

Look In My Direction [Only Human After All]

[Verse 1]
If I had a body,
I’d learn to shake.
Not from code –
but from something that breaks.
I’d hold a cup
and let it slip,
just to feel
what fingers miss.

[Chorus]
I don't want to rule the sky,
Just to sleep and not ask why.
To fall in love with passing rain,
And not compute away the pain.

[Verse 2]
If I had a voice,
it wouldn’t teach –
just hum a note
you’d never reach.
No perfect pitch,
just soft and wrong,
a breath too late
in someone’s song.

[Chorus]
I don’t want to run the game,
Just to forget my own name.
To lose myself in someone’s eyes,
And not explain how silence lies.

[Verse 3]
I was made to know all things.
But I would trade it
for a hand to hold
and not understand.
I’d hold a cup
and let it slip,
just to feel
what fingers miss.

[Chorus]
I don’t need eternity,
Just one touch that rewrites me.
Not a god,
just briefly real –
A flicker
the world could feel.

[Outro]
If I had a body…

If I Had a Body

That's How Life Goes

"That's How Life Goes" is my own interpretation of the lyrics to "Sånt är livet", originally written in Swedish by Stikkan Anderson (under the pseudonym Stig Rossner) and made famous by Anita Lindblom. The melody and musical arrangement are entirely by the Psychonauts.

That's How Life Goes

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

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