DESCRIPTION:
Pangaea Mind

Lyrics:
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A faint voice from the depths calls to me,
That cries something is wrong.
With pressed temples, I turn to my bottles, once again;
As if nothing were wrong, tonight.

Prune this merristem,
Malignant growing
Toward the crown from the brainstem.
Differentiation.
A crab-masked isolation,

Prior to the rift, ripe with apprehension.
Once again I've pissed away amends.
Approaching the mouth of the gorge;
Enraptured by the flow...

So beautiful,
The rays making it through,
Even though there's something wrong with the light.
Brackish incense, the scent of broken innocence,
Overwhelms and spreads.
Now watch it all dissipate.
Unwind this Mobius strip of an ending,
Return to Coda.
I'm so discombobulated,
Am I alone with my own thoughts?
Gross form materializes,
While this pressure
Dampens
My five senses.
That was so fucked-up, yet so perfect.
Leave the past behind, love is all we need.

The relapse is tangible;
Remnants of spurring memories trace these pupils side-to-side.
Miasma malady, unquenched.
Cue the insanity

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