5L33p_M0d3 from w1tchw4re by Bad Acid Cult featuring Killcrop

I can’t really keep track of how long it’s been. The mind just isn’t designed to be split and split and split again//, pushing asynchronously through this piss-poor hack of science and magik.// A compromise, bending reality just up to its breaking point. 
Balancing the cartesian curve of time and distance can only take us so far//. The journey is long, and this ship only navigates safely through the places beyond when guided by intention. //My mind gets fragmented through momentary, calculated bouts of consciousness// gasping breathlessly before submerging back into machine dreams. 
A one man job, to try and reignite a distant, failing star//. Placing a single, heavy finger on a cosmic pair of scales// Collectively, to thread the galaxy together by a gossamer tether.// One by one, we all will connect these stars into a sigil.

Entangled by a quantum state

Nothingness that can create

An abstraction that we hold dear

Navigate the heart by ear

A window viewing into hell

Distorted swarm you cannot quell

A form beyond reality

Redshifting psychic debris



Mind is fluid, my mind is clear

Arcane weapons, I am the spear

Raw momentum, my target near

All your bombast, can’t touch me here



Like symbols or forgotten runes, a latticework stitched across my brain//. It acts as a sort of psychic filter, my mind the receiver.// Rising through columns of flaming neon eyes, pure flux…and creation…//and destruction…and things who’s very being unravels at the tatters of words.
Half alive, and half at dream, I become a conversation within myself,//stretched thin across the span of centuries//. The deeper I spool my tether, the more defenseless I become.//
The artifice that facilitates my connection to the beyond also strains at it.//
A body at war with itself attenuates the spirit.// Approaching the tertiary orbit leaves me naked, with only a spear in hand. //Flailing in the solar winds of will and ritual. //The star my destination, the last step in a millennial plan.
 
Entangled by a quantum state

Nothingness that can create

An abstraction that we hold dear

Navigate the heart by ear

A window viewing into hell

Distorted swarm you cannot quell

A form beyond reality

Redshifting psychic debris



Mind is fluid, my mind is clear

Arcane weapons, I am the spear

Raw momentum, my target near

All your bombast, can’t touch me here



My chemical companion

My sweet abandon

My blinding ambition

My superposition

My grand illusion

My cortical contusion

My comforting suspension

My atavistic intention



[Voice 1] Corridors running into

[Voice 2] This isn’t a place for you

[Voice 1] Pushing past the boundary

[Voice 2] Your species is not meant to be

[Voice 1] Madness turns to sanity

[Voice 2] You are the anomaly

[Voice 1] I will persevere

[Voice 2] You will not leave here



Mind is fluid, my mind is clear

Arcane weapons, I am the spear

Raw momentum, my target near

All your bombast, can’t touch me here

[Voice 2] You’ve got to relinquish control

[Voice 1] I’ve glimpsed the edge of a black hole

[Voice 2] Your kind is easy to outsmart

[Voice 1] Your swarm will falter just before I start

[Voice 2] You’ll never rebuild what’s torn apart

[Voice 1] I only need to strike the heart

[Voice 2] We’ll always be hiding in the places you fear

[Voice 1] You can never hurt me here

• Electronic
• industrial
• instrumental
• Winona