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Rivers Of Nihil

Mechanical Trees

 

Mechanical Trees

(album: The Conscious Seed Of Light - 2013)


Amun rises in the southern crux
The light pours through my mouth and eyes
Shadows retreat toward the east
In ire of the sun

Boundless, arithmetic of light, bare unto us
Endless knowledge lost in rotation of the earth and sky
We've built these towers high
It's proof of breathless nights and many suffocating days
I navigate through an iron forest with intense futility

I want to live, where the air can touch me
I want to breathe like no one before me
See the inner eye of Time's design
Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams

I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she's crying
Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes
We've designed a beautiful kingdom come
I will look toward the sun
Breath in an ocean, a forest, the stars in the sky at night
I am the breath behind you when darkness takes your sight

See the inner eye of time's design
Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams

Breathe forth the hallucinogen
Introduce a mass state of higher consciousness
Evolve past pain and suffering
Evolve past the coming end
I evolve inside
Then I will look toward the sun

I want to live, where the air can touch me
I want to breathe like no one before me
I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she's crying
Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes

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