DESCRIPTION:
The Eschaton

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Projected mind outside of time, well can't ya, can you feel it?
That this is all just a hologram, (eschaton, cha cha)
Grapple the spire, a bit of strength is all that's left before reaching the eschaton

So what's left to figure out,
come now let's do it right--nevermind the bloodshed wafting through the rafters.
Every time I look around comes sick disbelief
As the sullies pacify us with narco-imagery.
When two and two breathes consternation, Try glimpsing for the spotless pause; worthy of desire.
Breathe to cleanse namita and to release

Let's increase the hertz of the mind stream; mettalove provides the energy.

The heathen flies no longer have control;
They dance about in a fit of spastic noise
Synchronized auras laced with shit.
Leave this world of skilless dirt behind
And dance about in a fit of fire; leaden walls won't stop the eschaton.

Glistened once again
These thoughts were never my own; every crest and trough brings me back to you.
Consumed by the tryptamine.

A change is overdue, unless the bardos devour us instead

Projected mind outside of time, (as before...)
Take hold the wire, an inch of slack is all that's left before Reaching the end of time, what chord will you play?
Projected mind
Outside of time
Take hold the wire
Grab hold the spire
This is the eschaton what chord will you play?

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