LYCHGATE LYRICS

1. Unto My Tempest

[Instrumental]

2. Davamesque B2

A legacy is reborn
An invisible power sown
Like Genghis Khan resurrected
Thus, a great lava flow closes in
Upon an island, melting
Upon lessening lands, retreating…
A perfect time for infection: euthanasia

By their will spreads the first anomaly - now a disease
Erasmus K. – help us – can we swallow the pill named Davamesque B2?

The individual - suppressed
Future intuition - to perish
An army of automatons - to roam
A living death
= Total mechanisation

By their will spreads the first anomaly - now a disease
Erasmus K. – help us – can we swallow the pill named Davamesque B2?

The million footed Leviathan named OneState
I see armies spreading beyond vastest perception
(A horizon outside comprehension…
I cannot analyse the pain ripping through me as I watch it)
So I bow to my own execution
And present my neck to the blade which finishes me

The individual expires
So slowly
So imperceptibly
That the great mass feels no pain

Listen… they’re approaching…
(They’re coming for me now)
Go…

3. I Am Contempt

The wheels are in motion
The cart ploughs the soil like a giant lead monument
Dragging the flesh across the soil
With a rag round one’s neck
The wheels are in motion
The cart ploughs the soil, leading to the iron polygon

When all is done…

The door closes behind me
And I am flung out into the desert
Then, with a darting flow of pain
I hurl until my guts are as dry as bones

I stare into that scene of nothingness
The fullness of anger paralyses me
Then pain is felt all over with a tightening grip
Voices repeat themselves like a never-ending punishment

I will have my revenge…

4. A Principle On Seclusion

Seclusion and ignorance from the world of questions
An architect’s last fragment of hope
Through the spatial utility for constant vision
Can the primordial laws be re-written?

Mankind’s affinity with an ultimate desire
Born dead before it breathes
Without its umbilical cord
Destiny… destiny… destiny…

The Panopticon could spawn a new race
Within the confines of a new construction
With powerlessness perpetuated
Fate without accident is impossible
Destiny from knowledge is unattainable

For each desire in the name progression…
For each alteration…
Yields another error for the greater equation

Through the spatial utility for constant vision
Can the primordial laws be re-written?

Mankind’s affinity with an ultimate desire
Born dead before it breathes
Without its umbilical cord
Human destiny…

5. Letter Xix

Through the eyes of insanity, you’ll see the world for what it is:
A prison! An invisible net – a wolf’s trap set long ago

Each actor alone
Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment
With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force

With every swing of the pendulum carries some fatal hour

Each actor alone
Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment
With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force

Minutes lapse within a table of hours
The powers of the insane and the wicked
Can be directed against their fellow creatures or themselves
The horror of this waiting points to the falling city…
(Walls and towers saw through the emptiness)

Cylindrical spirals of rays
Mirror cyclic recursion
I am locked in an upward gaze
The vision rotates
Inexorable...

6. Deus Te Videt

(A perfect eye that nothing escapes
Towards which all gazes are turned)

Here, the eye of providence
Reigns like the holy trinity
Here, the hidden eye of God
Directs the lantern's rays
Against my cell and mind

Here, the empty triangle
Calls to the human spectacle
Here, the omnipotent gaze
Commands unceasing fear

Shaking and frail
Weightless and floating
Blood flowing inwards
Away from the outside world

My heart races faster
The key turns no longer
Voices call me away
From the outside world

7. The Illness Named Imagination

The purpose of existence
Seems to have been reduced
To the most distant vanishing point
On an endless horizon

At the mercy of your closest enemy: imagination.
Question marks writhe like worms
Striking the soul deeper
Turning its edges into splinters

I am the real one - I am not him – I am not We
OneState will vanish

I am the real one - I am not him – I am not We
I think, therefore I am

(The human in the menagerie diminishes like its former animals
What then becomes of man through extraction and reduction?
Mankind, the worst beast, has no place in the Phalanstère
Live with your century but do not be its creature)

This is the fever
In the pons Varolii
Exposed to three doses
And you are cured

8. An Acousmatic Guardian

I cannot escape my shadow
My double speaks in whispers
(Tunnelling underneath me
Beckoning me to follow)

Behind the curtain – like the Pythagorean Order
Speaks the master – decreed from above
Cast upon sails hoisted
Cast upon soldiers raised

By the power that seizes the human
By the power that breaks the soul…
In… to… false hope

I am frozen to silence by a policy of terror
A tree’s roots bolted to concrete

The ear of Dionysius…
A principle is inverted
My every word and thought is cast upon a map
(A pliant voice is heard like a slashing whip)
Lurking but shapeless, invisible but staring

By the power that seizes the human
By the power that breaks the soul…
In… to… the broken sacrifice

9. My Fate To Burn Forever

The truth (the Panopticon) is a mirror of the universe
Thus, we are prisoners at every scale, like recursion

Our very own cipher
To behold and cherish
Till death do us part

The truth (the Panopticon) is a mirror of the universe
Thus, we are prisoners at every scale, like recursion

Caught in an ineffable cosmos; a circle
Where revolutions are infinite
And utopia equals delusion by all laws
I cannot explain our flaws within this geometric perfection

My fate is to the inner punitive division… forever…

Never again was I to blend into the precise mechanical rhythm
Never to sail on the serene, mirror-like sea
Within accelerating multiplication
Within apparent infinity…
(Where the structure of reality is the square root of minus 1)
To burn!
To burn!

10. The Pinnacle Known To Sisyphus

I am at the pinnacle of loathing
I cannot contain my hate anymore

We are trapped at the summit
We cannot fly
We can only fall







LYCHGATE LYRICS