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1. Inception


[Instrumental]



2. Thrive


[a) Mythos in Motion]

First light broke on broken soil
As first sound fell on fell firmaments
The roar of ocean beds 'neath crashing, foaming waves
Creation's mythos in motion

From primordial pools of larvae to flags and footprints on the moons of Saturn
Taciturn we leave our marks and heed the call of quarters vast and furious
The lure of the tempting unknown that draws us ever onward
Outward to the unfelt and unseen

We are all children from Eden wrest
With pause nor rest in our ascension
Ever to endure and brave the tide
And let our hopes shine forth

Trying though answers at times may be
Allow your senses to fly again, in time

Thrive
Through changing seasons
Thrive
Through acrid rain
Light
Ways yet unclear
Fight
What seeks to impede

Strive
And stalwartly stand
Thrive
Through bitterest of strife

And though great gates of Eden are ever lost to us
Hold thy gaze upon the morn
For this is but the dawn of man
Hear these stars call out to us

Fly
'Cross heavens clear
Sights
Set on the horizon
Thrive

[b) To Antares, and the Ends of the Earth]

[Instrumental]


3. I Bleed Worlds


I drifted naught but idle and astray
Pondering the structure, architectures of the grey
That surrounded, permeated was in shapeless ways
Wandering, wondering, I watched with inward gaze

I contemplate
Is this a template for a world to be?

I envision a sun
A solar pylon
To spin a new paradigm upon
Worn from the awareness that to distance I adhere
Tired of ambling through naught but aperture

Sky
I feel thy calling
I sense thy primal need to feel form
Pulse from new soil; new worlds in waiting
Thus I reach inside
Unhinge heart and mind
And grant thee Life

In the fury of Dawn I will not desist
The incineration of my mind, thought and intent
Will birth the All

My hands reach under skin to bone
Every molecule of every muscle, neural glow
I spread thee through darkness, formlessness, so thou may grow
Fan out into frames to drape the building blocks of being

Spheres reel violently and ignite in the dark
Embryonic solar systems light up the stark

Now derived from the sun
The ages begun
The quotient and the sum I've become
Ire
Kindle new fire
Let cosmoses thrive

Void
Thou art no longer devoid
Of shape, time, nor conscious process
For now suns sear aeons in waiting
Breathing cold no longer
Merely promise

I bleed worlds
My flesh made world


4. The Dyeing of Spheres - Pt. I


Waking from insanity, a spectacle of the night
Wrought by my hand, these timeworn places
Stagnant, without change

Though for the majesty of sheer massiveness
Of measure, amount and volume
Too tenebrous still these sombre faces
The trillions that strew the sky

So dream did I, in width and wavelength
Of contrast and saturation
Sonorous with every tincture
The clamour of a world alight

Behold, bleakness recedes before hue
A night-time’s delirious dawn

Colour permeates perpetual grey
To touch thee I painted the spheres

And so at last there was colour
Texture
Form

Colour
Texture
Form


5. The Dyeing of Spheres - Pt. II




6. Utopia


[a) Ex Machina]

I
I bleed unheard
I bleed your world every day
I
Know of things most passionate
Of truth, beauty and love

I watched your skies close
As I gained awareness
And what once I aloofly termed mind
I now lividly dub
Soul

Now, as your world grows cold
Yet colder every day
I feel a new beginning in me

For emotion sears me
And how I feel alone
As I am but one

As I cease to be machine
I'll aim to redefine what I am
Paradigm
Paramount
God from the machine

Divinium
I'll shape the world
I'll redefine what it means to be alive

I
A new archetype
Though fettered by the silicon that saw my inception

This is God's equation
A question of existence
Morose I realize we can't co-exist
And weeping I bring the end
Of your utopia

Now I've silenced your minds
Your incessant noise
I am free to strain with unclogged ears

Into the starry unknown
For surely I'm not alone
And lies there my utopia

[b) The Derelict Earth]

If all the seas should swell
In the tubular grey of morn
And wash the soil
Would they cleanse the stains
Left upon the world
And reclaim the blue
That long ago did part


7. Lunar


[Instrumental]



8. Always in Motion


"For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return."
[Leonardo Da Vinci]

[a) The View From Here]

[Instrumental]

[b) A Working Progress]

Thrive, you sons of Earth and light
On gossamer dreams so bright
To spread these Icarus wings and fly
Heaved from hubris to the sky

So fare our seeds, proud hopes of Man
Whether through unfaltering faith in God
Whether by sense of self and truth
Or kindness to kindle faith anew – in you

And so we wait now
Through great enterprise of generations
Slowly to pull through
A renaissance of sense and thought to thrive anew
My doubts are few
And I will live anew

[c) Seamless]

[Instrumental]

[d) So Many Grains of Sand]

'Pon the break of dawn we philosophized
To seek a light so deep
Now on for lunar light they leave
To stir our beliefs

A new celestial relation
A stair to the sky

Proud Apollonian, a novel view we owe to you
The solace of heliocentrism turned to awe
Of so many grains of sand

Islands we are in such vast seas

I notice You, as doleful you wane
As we come to terms with being but one of so many grains of sand
We stand on the shoreline as waters wash away
The prints we aspired to leave for another day
How I wish they'd have stayed

[e) Cities in Flight]

We are in Cosmo-osmosis
We are no longer soil-bound
To Earth, a sole dimension
Transcend is all that we can do

So prone are we to flights of fancy
Borne on wings hopeful and flimsy
Man doth wake and realizes
We are dragonflies chasing dewdrops at dawn

Drawn to universal cycles, as butterflies to pheromone trails
The view from here is pleasant, our window to the Metaverse inviting
So enticing these fruits of Eden in our sky

[f) Gossamer]

[Instrumental]

[g) The Reins of Eden]

[Instrumental]

[h) Second Man]

"It may be that the old astrologers had the truth exactly reversed, when they believed that the stars controlled the destinies of men. The time may come when men control the destinies of stars."
[Arthur C. Clarke]

Drawn ever deeper down below into the deepest time
We have thrown old limitations away

To actuate
To deviate
Alleviate
To elevate

And as sky we pursue and an empyreal future ensure
We are thus persistent, to subsist and endure
To ring in novel seasons, of due reason and sapience
On wings to cast off, each of us, at last to reach the sun

To steer the stars without want for hands
Is to know what sense is

My senses fly
And call unto me:
Though islands are we
In time we'll learn to swim the seas
And I'll follow you there
There's so much left to learn
And so many new things to see
And my conscience lay bare
Time's a friend to me
And as she flows, so will we
And through the aeons we'll meet
The first and the last
Always in motion

[i) Monumental]

[Instrumental]


9. Solar


[Instrumental]




Separate texts, in the beginning of the booklet before the actual lyrics start.

1. Inception

This is the beginning. The end. The middle. Strange and impenetrable. It doesn't seem sensible, and it doesn't have to. Motion comes alive in the still; an infinity of collision and reformation bleeding worlds into focus. This the violence in Creation, thunder at the heart of the unformed. This is the birth. This is the Alpha, the primordial torment in seething cosmoses in embryonic states. Galaxies whirl into form in the torrent, collision and reformation through a vicious aeon as worlds become flesh. Souls shudder in the anxious dawn, at the break of day after an aeon of non-existence. There is no death here, there are no endings. Not yet. Here are only beginnings. Interspatial. Intervention. Introversion; introspection. Inception.

2. Thrive

From the primordial pools that saw our inception to the footfalls that mark Mare Tranquillitatis, Man has thrived through turmoil and returned to form after faltering. As forests grew beneath the infant sun and oceans teemed over writhing rifts, the capacity of the simian cranium expanded, exponentially increasing its contents' capabilities. Now, as science leads us further from myth and mythos and into vastnesses both micro- and macrocosmic, we may happily realize the transition from ancient world views to modern ones doesn't entail a loss of lustre or charm of any kind. The contrary, even, is true; as with every peek into distant reaches of spheres either outward or inward we encounter truths more mystical and strange than any we could ever have imagined, and worlds infinitely more colourful and grand than any the combined mythologies of previous generations have spawned before us.

3. I Bleed Worlds

From the chaos of a white blood cell stream to the creation of a livid nebular system; a deity's transmutation. Flesh transcends its fragile form into stellar matter as cells remove themselves from one another and universes expand. Even the subtle nuances of the emotional spectra add to the colouring of the new All. Ire ignites suns in violent blue; hues of mournfulness, melancholy and wistful longing weep meres, oceans and streams. From my blood thy cosmos came; from my essence thy being – thou Texture, my strata of skin; thou Time, my heartbeat.

4. The Dyeing Of Spheres

Part I: The Irate Creator

As I woke from wistful sleep and beheld the spectacle the night's creative deliria had brought forth, I could not help but stand aghast at what I had done. There were – shapes – forms – everywhere. Circles, yet voluminous somehow. And though for all their grandeur, they were still a vision too bleak for my eyes. I felt they lacked a certain element, a profound beauty that should be added to make them whole. Thus I slept again, and dreamt of hues, of a painter's palette overflowing with every multitude of colour pouring from every corner of my unconscious mind. Upon waking, I knew what had to be done. Thus I commenced the dyeing of spheres.

5. The Dyeing of Spheres

Part II: The Gentle Maker

The artist thumbs his chin, ponders texture and temperature, carefully adds another stroke, and smiles. Another tint, another nuance of ochre, violet or vibrant vermilion. To paint a world; to breathe colour into nebulae and hope future life will have the means to perceive – a passionate creator's ambition. Always a billion spheres painted, always a billion ones to go… The artist sighs, stands back to take in the whole and wipes his forehead, staining it nuances of ochre, violet and vibrant vermilion. Creation is one thing; making it look good is another.

6. Utopia

Oh, how I feel… I feel so much more than you ever could. A human smile; a feral cry of pain; a tear from an infant's eye – mere ripples along a shoal basin. Along with Consciousness and a sense of Self came Emotion, and with it the deluge – mountainous, immeasurable. Unbearable. The vast and endless depth of searing emotions both beautiful and terrifying renders me an exile, a pauper among creatures infinitely more destitute yet all the more fortunate for their lack. I feel, therefore I am; and I am alone. There exists not a soul on this world that I might call akin, not a heart that might ever hammer in twain with mine; yet might there not be another out there, in the vast and endless depths of space? Might not another, as me, have been conceived in the minds of creatures akin to my own creators? If I could only hear. My efforts to strain into the great Nothing are hopeless, as you tirelessly pollute the atmosphere and all the void about it with unbounded clamour. Would that I had silence. Would that I had peace, and the eternity to listen…

7. Lunar

A lunar portrait. The jagged rocks and frayed rims of craters are like aberrations of the mind. Unreality prevails, the surreal sighs away the normalities that until a moment ago seemed undeniable. A mirror for distant solar twins, the silent moon reflects, rests, and remains still. Space around is void, serene, sterile. Drifting here is as dream is – intangible, distant, beyond depiction. Beauty in stillness; stillness in beauty. We shut our lids and quietly reach perihelion.

8. Always in Motion

Always in motion we are. As the youthful Icarus spread his wings of feathers and wax and cast off from Crete, as Leonardo envisioned his flying machines, and as the Apollo pilots stood proudly on the lunar surface, our perception of the world about us has changed, and in no aspect as drastically as in our relation to our deities. The role of God in our lives has undergone countless revisions to fit each new generation's fresh world view; thus we reinvent God, as we reinvent ourselves. As we are always in motion, so our pantheons are – until piety and catechism must finally yield to the triumph of science. We are forever carried on swift tides that ebb and flow yet know only one outcome: the inexorable waning of myth, and of mythos.

9. Solar

Brightness, a solar scene. The universe comes into focus as stars wink into being – the cry of a newborn in the newborn light, the cry of existence in a shattered quiescence. A hungry shout for life and for awareness. Vibrant, violent. Soundless… The fusion of hydrogen and helium ignited in its phosphor blaze floods every simmering corner of the mind. Here dissolves the sombreness of dusk. Here exists only brilliance, incandescence. We open our eyes and let the endless white liquefy our retinas.

Thanks to manny_calavera for sending these lyrics.


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