Rototypical - Honir IV: Bisect at the Seams Lyrics

An intrusive perturbation
Clouded eyes, shredded insight
Bursting at the seams, I can detach and endlessly fight
Dissension's upon us
A deadly vacuum discarding our hearts
To coalesce with the darkness
We cannot stop this, P=mv
No matter how far we run away from
Whatever we started
Give me a moment
Just let me think
It isn't over
Just let me speak
Dilate my arteries, constrict my veins
Time travel, my heart
Memories remain
Woven from quantum vibrations
Grains of matter, light, time, and space
Sketch the likelihood of survival
My panacea spirit
Obstructed from view
Iridescent is the planetary spectrum
But a colorless wind is all I desire
An extrinsic touch
A shiver to dance with
Interactive love
No more shadowless play
Boundless voyeurs beyond the horizon
Incomplete, uncertain; we are lost
I should have known
I should have known
Shroud me with guilt
Watch as I reach new heights, despite the wither
A thirst for her mustn't dry my lonely, chapped lips
Cough into the mist
An evening retreat
Torn at the seams
A disaster became a dream
This engine is not what it seemed
Saunter through the dome; a panorama
Numbed out to the bone; a welcomed break from repugnant strain
Putrid head

An intrusive perturbation
Clouded eyes, shredded insight
Bursting at the seams, I can detach and endlessly fight
Dissension's upon us
A deadly vacuum discarding our hearts
To coalesce with the darkness
We cannot stop this, P=mv
No matter how far we run away from
Whatever we started
Give me a moment
Just let me think
It isn't over
Just let me speak
Dilate my arteries, constrict my veins
Time travel, my heart
Memories remain
Woven from quantum vibrations
Grains of matter, light, time, and space
Sketch the likelihood of survival
My panacea spirit
Obstructed from view
Iridescent is the planetary spectrum
But a colorless wind is all I desire
An extrinsic touch
A shiver to dance with
Interactive love
No more shadowless play
Boundless voyeurs beyond the horizon
Incomplete, uncertain; we are lost
I should have known
I should have known
Shroud me with guilt
Watch as I reach new heights, despite the wither
A thirst for her mustn't dry my lonely, chapped lips
Cough into the mist
An evening retreat
Torn at the seams
A disaster became a dream
This engine is not what it seemed
Saunter through the dome; a panorama
Numbed out to the bone; a welcomed break from repugnant strain
Putrid head