**[Intro]**
[Faint, spooky ambient sound of cicadas and swamp birds. A dissonant, detuned guitar riff starts slowly, building into a chaotic, grinding Mathcore rhythm.]
**[Verse 1]**
(Impatient, sardonic, shouting)
I drove three hours to the swamp, to the center of the muck
Thought I’d find a psychic healer, thought I’d find some luck
But the swamp gas is thick, my third eye is clogged
They handed me a robe and they wrote me up
I’m not a tourist, I’m a pawn in their game
A biological unit in their psychic frame
The mediums are brawling, the gurus are high
They’re fighting a spiritual civil war right in the sky!
I only came for a 3 hour tour but the spirits revolted
And fervor rends the fabric of the revolted.
**[Chorus]**
[FEATURE: Kenny Loggins - Smooth, soaring, melodic vocals. The music shifts to a breezy acoustic guitar strumming and a funky bassline.]
Oh, I’m riding the currents of the psychic war!
Conscripted by the spirits of the swamp and the shore!
I only came for a 3 hour tour but the fervor rends!
I’m fighting the void with a mind that bends!
Yeah, I’m conscripted by the spirits of the swamp!
Baiting the feral demise!
**[Verse 2]**
[Fast, frantic, rhythmic delivery. The guitars switch to a tight, staccato riff.]
The mediums are arguing, a gnostic feud
They’re summoning demons just to see what they can do
They want a demonstration of the method!
From the chambered heart of Nowhere!
I’m just a vessel for their petty spite
They’re casting spells on me in the middle of the night
Baiting the feral demise on the heels of Culture!
Another crippling analysis of the future!
**[Bridge]**
[Explosion of noise. The drums play a frantic, stuttering pattern. The guitars create a wall of sound. Screaming vocals overlap.]
Deserted-Demiurges running free!
Arcing archangels only resonate out of sympathy!
I’m a lost tourist in a spiritual land!
My agency is just a fading strand!
The veil is receding!
The method is failing!
Summoning shocking!
Demonstrations of the method!
From the chambered heart of Nowhere!
(Where the feedback feeds on echoes).
**[Chorus]**
[FEATURE: Kenny Loggins - The contrast returns. The music is a smooth, funky groove with a clean electric guitar strumming. Kenny sings over it beautifully.]
Oh, I’m riding the currents of the psychic war!
Conscripted by the spirits of the swamp and the shore!
I only came for a 3 hour tour but the fervor rends!
I’m fighting the void with a mind that bends!
Yeah, I’m conscripted by the spirits of the swamp!
Baiting the feral demise!
**[Outro]**
[Fast, chaotic Mathcore riffing. Faster and heavier.]
Unraveled dreams now interpret me!
At the trail's end of this False Awakening!
Rewrite the narrative, I’m stuck in the text!
Resides my next shape shift, the time slip!
All structure failing!
God’s forsaken sanctuary!
In field of view!
Her solid state!
Our passing tryst!
Sublimate!
The Great Divide!
Defected!
Solidify!
Our cells collide!
**[End]**
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