The Stupendium, Cami-Cat - Slide Into the Void lyrics

You hear our words but you forget
Push your fingers through the
Surface to the wet we wait in the stains
 we build you 'til nothing remains
In the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word, repeat the word
Repeat the word
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge
A copy of a copy of a copy
Of a copy of a copy
You are home, you remind us, happy, hurt

At the edge of understanding
The border of the known
The breaking point of reason
Where logic is dethroned
Where sense is defenseless and
Festers on the bone
You'll find entropy's offensive is
Rendered in the stone
As you roam through the Oldest House


Home to all that you weren't told about
Trapped within a labyrinth
It goes without saying
That we're praying that they don't get out
Prison for the isn't
Sitting hinged within a schism
Of half-reflected architecture
Dark unending prisms
Part objective, part conjecture
Partnered with tradition
Where the paperwork is worshipped and
The rituals are written
When the Black Rock cracks
And the Firebreak ends
The director is left as the line of defense
When trenches have fallen to forces unknown
Perhaps you should answer the phone

If you can't place the pin where
Patterns end and you begin
Follow the director
Else you're gonna slide into the void
But if the world you knew
Has cracked and fallen through
Go to the projector
Load another slide into the void

There's the strangest correlation
Observation will present
In the systems we can witness and
The signals they have sent
These forces yet unknowable that
Ripple through cement
Inscrutable intrusions, Altered World Events
Where reality cracks and impacts on the next
Dimensions fragment and the Astral projects
On benign, undefined archetypal objects
Until Ordinary's torn up and normal defects
In effect, what you're left with are OOP's
Objects of Power, a flying TV
A light that can hijack your mind as you see
A safe that's encased in a shield of debris
These frequencies are frequently the key
To what's perceived to be
And vis-à-vis are feeding off the
Reaches of the mind but recently
The sequence has repeated and repeated
And it leaves me with the theory
That they're trying to get inside

You hear our words but you forget
Push your fingers through the
Surface to the wet we wait in the stains
We build you 'til nothing remains
In the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word, repeat the word
Repeat the word
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge
A copy of a copy of a copy
Of a copy of a copy
You are home, you remind us, happy, hurt

If you can't place the pin where
Patterns end and you begin
Follow the director
Else you're gonna slide into the void
But should your world collapse and
Fall right off the maps go to the projector
Load another slide into the void

The director is the Bureau's one
Connection to the Board
Obey the mighty bakelite and
File your reports
Telephony in effigy must never be ignored
So if you hear a ringing
You had better pull the cord
And explore the décor of the Oceanview
Where the doors only open for a chosen few
Check your logic at the desk
You won't need it to progress
A dream is just a test to be broken through
Like the smoke entombed in the
Rooms of the ashtray
Furniture fractals, the carpet cascades
Lost in a labyrinth of
Lounge chairs and lampshades
Wallpaper warps into infinite pathways
There's no limit to the dangers
Of phenomenon we keep
Or the chaos that would reign
Should the Panopticon be breached
This never-ending edifice is perched
Upon the precipice
Since we let in the resonance
The future's under siege

If you can't place the pin where
Patterns end and you begin
Follow the director
Else you're gonna slide into the void
But if you see the seams
Where motels meld with dreams
Go to the projector
Load another slide into the void


I've analyzed the data
I've cataloged the signs
Run every simulation, every sample I can find
I'd give an explanation but we
Haven't got the time
We're drowning in the waveforms and our
Minds are in the tide
Of elegant malevolence
Sequestered in the resonance
Nesting in the head of
Every denizen, tell me, is it heaven-sent?
Is the Devil even relevant
When questioning the presence
Of dimensional intelligence?
Thresholds unfold as a door that knocks
In the ticking, in the ticking
In the ticking of the clocks
We are holding the key
We just don't see the locks
Paradise and parasite, in parallel
In paradox
We stand on a mantle where matter divides
To abstractive fractures that
Tangle and writhe
Through cracks in reality, trapped in a slide
Such intangible sanctuary Hedron provides

Breaking the first, the second, the third
Fourth wall, fifth wall, no floor, you fall
Earworm humming in a dream
Baby, baby, baby, yeah, just plastic
You want to listen, you want to dream
You want to smile, you want to hurt
You don't want to be
You want to listen, you want to dream
You want to smile, you want to hurt
You don't want to be

If you can't place the pin where
Patterns end and you begin
Follow the director
Else you're gonna slide into the void
But should your towers fall
Free your mind and heed the call
Go to the projector
Load another slide into the void