Impetus I: Torrid Sands
from Zon by The World is Quiet Here
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lyrics
Arrival!
Pixelated in chroma
Eon of dissonance
The clamoring choir
Vagrant!
Abandoned visitor
A thread once torn
Split landscapes sewn anew
Have I found the path?
Climb!
Will I be repaired?
Ascend!
Can I find my way?
The Ladder!
Or will I succumb?
Choir!
Do I hold the key?
Dredge!
Will I be released?
Drowner!
On my own again
Dig deeper!
No one to lead me
Old nostalgia
Dream alone
Rewrite the page
You’re on your own now
O, Mind Mountain
Overtones
On our way down
Outlined in colors, I reanimate!
Who brought me here?
An esoteric pull
Tethers from myself
Burdened by another?
Advent shaper
Did someone paint The Sun?
A trick on the eyes
The sands burn with luster
Veiled
Impostor
Lost
Passenger
Veiled
Impostor
Lost
Messenger
Bathed in ethereal
Drenched in devouring gloom
Offer your radiance
Wear your heart as your habit
Conjuring Coven
Send word for me
Conjuring Coven
Send word for me!
Old nostalgia
Dream alone
Rewrite the page
You’re on your own now
O, Mind Mountain
Overtones
On your way down
Outlined in colors, I reanimate!
That deviant shimmer
Illuminating all within view
Lofty promises sunk to the bottom
The hidden hand will not release you
This Lake holds no unity
The needs of one outweigh the worth of many
A roil of silver, an all-consuming deep
A hollow home, where the voices may only sleep
The wider we run, the deeper we become
What might I find, in the place beyond The Sun?
The empathetic retort
Begging to be answered
How does one catch The Devil?
Efforts met with a transient grasp
A vision of distortion
Endlessly calls from within
Tethered to their pull
With a silent mouthful
Empty voices
Nothing to say
All in my head
Cannot escape
Will they release?
I have no name
My eyes are drawn
No light of day
Red sky at dawn
Can’t untangle the clots
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your body will cease
The mind will swallow!
A corrupted frenzy fell within the husk
The cracks in your shell won't shatter the frame
Fleeing The Lake with blinded aims
With a craven anchor cementing your place
We are infallible!
Seeking meaning
We are impermanent!
Fleeting thoughts of the world
We are incomplete!
Aglow in the After
The Body, the vessel
A construct we leave behind
Tear down the mountain
The flood of the self
Bends the will of the ocean
Carrying fate from falsehood
Grand Fabricator
The fear of a god feeds the
Comfort in knowing
I am the Architect
And there’s no turning back!
Free me, from me!
Come sit by the fire
And take in the view
No, there is nothing here
For anyone
Not you
Pixelated in chroma
Eon of dissonance
The clamoring choir
Vagrant!
Abandoned visitor
A thread once torn
Split landscapes sewn anew
Have I found the path?
Climb!
Will I be repaired?
Ascend!
Can I find my way?
The Ladder!
Or will I succumb?
Choir!
Do I hold the key?
Dredge!
Will I be released?
Drowner!
On my own again
Dig deeper!
No one to lead me
Old nostalgia
Dream alone
Rewrite the page
You’re on your own now
O, Mind Mountain
Overtones
On our way down
Outlined in colors, I reanimate!
Who brought me here?
An esoteric pull
Tethers from myself
Burdened by another?
Advent shaper
Did someone paint The Sun?
A trick on the eyes
The sands burn with luster
Veiled
Impostor
Lost
Passenger
Veiled
Impostor
Lost
Messenger
Bathed in ethereal
Drenched in devouring gloom
Offer your radiance
Wear your heart as your habit
Conjuring Coven
Send word for me
Conjuring Coven
Send word for me!
Old nostalgia
Dream alone
Rewrite the page
You’re on your own now
O, Mind Mountain
Overtones
On your way down
Outlined in colors, I reanimate!
That deviant shimmer
Illuminating all within view
Lofty promises sunk to the bottom
The hidden hand will not release you
This Lake holds no unity
The needs of one outweigh the worth of many
A roil of silver, an all-consuming deep
A hollow home, where the voices may only sleep
The wider we run, the deeper we become
What might I find, in the place beyond The Sun?
The empathetic retort
Begging to be answered
How does one catch The Devil?
Efforts met with a transient grasp
A vision of distortion
Endlessly calls from within
Tethered to their pull
With a silent mouthful
Empty voices
Nothing to say
All in my head
Cannot escape
Will they release?
I have no name
My eyes are drawn
No light of day
Red sky at dawn
Can’t untangle the clots
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your mind at ease
The body will follow
Your body will cease
The mind will swallow!
A corrupted frenzy fell within the husk
The cracks in your shell won't shatter the frame
Fleeing The Lake with blinded aims
With a craven anchor cementing your place
We are infallible!
Seeking meaning
We are impermanent!
Fleeting thoughts of the world
We are incomplete!
Aglow in the After
The Body, the vessel
A construct we leave behind
Tear down the mountain
The flood of the self
Bends the will of the ocean
Carrying fate from falsehood
Grand Fabricator
The fear of a god feeds the
Comfort in knowing
I am the Architect
And there’s no turning back!
Free me, from me!
Come sit by the fire
And take in the view
No, there is nothing here
For anyone
Not you
credits
from Zon,
released January 27, 2023
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