Lyrics
Unsure of our centuries
shoveling on the stimuli
Cursed by crossing
over to a tangled
answer.
We go from ear to eye
and make our way through
fear.
The technology
works through us
And will not be
shut off.
It is relentless
It is abiding.
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Unsure of our sentries
shoveling on the stimuli
hiding from ourselves
cursed by crossing
under a tangled answer.
We go from our to I
And make our way to far
and then appease the fear
The technology works
through us
And will not be
Shut off
(Homo homeostasis)
It is expounded
It is in writing.
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Unsure of our senses
Shoveling on the stimuli
Cursed by the crossing
over a tangled answer…
A human cry
(We go from prurience
to decadence)
We go from ear to eye
And make fear.
We find our way
Illustrate the
continuity of
human endeavor…
The madman’s brambles
do occasionally
yield sweet berries.
Sharpen your pencils
and your wits.
Shapen
sharpen your pencils
and your wits.
Sharpen your wits.
Shapen your wits.
Feel a fit
of specialness
coming on.
Do not push it away.
Style
electroambientmetal
Credits
Prompt by
TempesT
TempesTGeneratedJul 3, 2025
ModelAria v4
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