(36:34) Extremely unstructured, epic, relentless high energy orchestrated progressive rock / metal. A duality story of the boredom of a long term breakup and the created adventure story within a mind to compensate.
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Story behind the song
Written and Recorded in March 2001. Remixed in March 2007.
A duality story of the boredom of a long term breakup and the created adventure story within a mind to compensate..
Lyrics
.......Intro: The 13th Pragmatic Preacher
In turbulent flight reassembled a taunt arrogance belied by a tricked course an escalating flawed boundary under the guise of fortitude waxed traitors before fringe matters as existing outbreaks unsurpassed the temperament of calculated malignancies flocking supplemental supervision exploits the wave of incomprehensible graceless stereotypical standard truism cradled in lascivious language a benign mockery of judicial renderings truncated by the censorship of migrating misjustice for all counts of contemporary sublime episodic reversed logic intertwined in the past and enumerated eloquently by telescopic diffuseness the other wing of daunting subversion among partners euphorically dispersive draining dry enveloping evolutionary eloquence disdained derived disinterested diseased infidelity bastard luck in congregated correlated incorporated salubriety myopic malfunctioning misinterpretations my word my whine my taunt my cross my bereft indifference for satiated warriors that we are we came we fell we break we ensure pursue release result reflect our pools our pulsate urge flow recumbent frosting our reckless behavior no mindbending forest no rich enlightenment no taste beyond poignant sour stages for stages remit and pay pedantic prosody an invitation to economy certain ascertaining entertainment spin and relish the surface flaw of mind..
.......Rogue
I have recently decided, in order to mend my internal inconsistencies, I must defend the incidental disposition of self-righteousness, without remission. Ill never look back to those institutions, which served as aphrodisiacs to foster inherent transitionings of winters that melted to springs. There was a island of misunderstanding in the pockets of those who I managed to properly recondition. Now I bring to this equation a variable wrought with universal consequences for us all, in a sense. Feeling the pressures building, my daily fright session begins when a delinquent regressive idea revives a certain disorder, which certainly will fortify the inane cycle that suddenly seems enlightening....
..The Fashionable Art of Democratic Entropy (A Comedy in 2 Acts)
Buried in our demographics, we blundered initially into the contraband of the enigma of self preservation and socially acceptable dogmas. Can we fight the predefined entropy to find marginal gain in such a place? I chose deliberation over the whys of my mentors in chains of genocide. There was my conversations playing the action, designing a race with clouds on a cacophony of sounds. Maybe comedy is the only way to bear the continuity of the incremental laissez faire of grey democracy and dry ignorance intertwined. It undoubtedly unwinds all beliefs Ive put aside for vague distractions. In this carbon pool of sin, I walked forward through the shroud of vaseline and cold linoleum, and echoed my regard for cationic, insipid, fortitude regulating caustic events that signify nothing.
.......Liquid
Paper-cut posturing disease that latched my mind between my knees and sucked my problems was the end of plucking dolls. Now back again to install the final law, that wake up call (for unbeknowing jackasses like me who tend to fantasize while gnawing, gnashing, f*** ing crashing) stabilized my out-of-fashion life. Rendering the act of zoning protocols for placid, lonely boys in the impractical slew of Zen-like trances, there were shouts of vindication. I knew the time was ripe for my self doubt and preoccupation with detoxicating simple pleasures. By the time I synchronized the neon lights glimmering onto the ashes of designer neo-fascists, I realized the treason of this frantic unsuspected love.
.......Bliss, An Associative Property
Ill stop before I begin to underestimate the golden curiosity of indecisiveness, to focus on the cause of my predicament. My adolescent aptitude essentially is gone as I resolve to indiscreetly now communicate in symbolistic termino