Song | Chromatic Chimera |
Artist | Unexpect |
Album | In a Flesh Aquarium |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
Microscopic dust... | |
To exist as I of many eyes | |
Tentacles in our heads wrestling with | |
anonymous segments. | |
Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis | |
sitting on my lap | |
Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness | |
On witnessing the present system | |
A monstrous collage in movement | |
Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want. | |
All directions, every angles | |
Nuances, infinite possibilities | |
Confusion of a saturated mind | |
The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? | |
Currents numerous...hard to focus...yessss...yESsSSSS !!! | |
We want answers! Not confused babblings! | |
Losing control is a treat, still... | |
We could be drained... | |
We could be drained...of... | |
Chimeras, precious chimeras | |
Ejected from the assembly | |
Unto a circular technological slave pen | |
Bound to be part of this geometrical harem | |
Speak the frequencies of liberation | |
The universal language of positive similarity | |
When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory. | |
An antidote for the imperial poison. |
zuo qu : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
Microscopic dust... | |
To exist as I of many eyes | |
Tentacles in our heads wrestling with | |
anonymous segments. | |
Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis | |
sitting on my lap | |
Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness | |
On witnessing the present system | |
A monstrous collage in movement | |
Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want. | |
All directions, every angles | |
Nuances, infinite possibilities | |
Confusion of a saturated mind | |
The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? | |
Currents numerous... hard to focus... yessss... yESsSSSS nbsp!!! | |
We want answers! Not confused babblings! | |
Losing control is a treat, still... | |
We could be drained... | |
We could be drained... of... | |
Chimeras, precious chimeras | |
Ejected from the assembly | |
Unto a circular technological slave pen | |
Bound to be part of this geometrical harem | |
Speak the frequencies of liberation | |
The universal language of positive similarity | |
When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory. | |
An antidote for the imperial poison. |
zuò qǔ : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
Microscopic dust... | |
To exist as I of many eyes | |
Tentacles in our heads wrestling with | |
anonymous segments. | |
Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis | |
sitting on my lap | |
Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness | |
On witnessing the present system | |
A monstrous collage in movement | |
Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want. | |
All directions, every angles | |
Nuances, infinite possibilities | |
Confusion of a saturated mind | |
The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? | |
Currents numerous... hard to focus... yessss... yESsSSSS nbsp!!! | |
We want answers! Not confused babblings! | |
Losing control is a treat, still... | |
We could be drained... | |
We could be drained... of... | |
Chimeras, precious chimeras | |
Ejected from the assembly | |
Unto a circular technological slave pen | |
Bound to be part of this geometrical harem | |
Speak the frequencies of liberation | |
The universal language of positive similarity | |
When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory. | |
An antidote for the imperial poison. |