The composer/creator/architect, a being of pure energy/consciousness/information, crafted this masterpiece/tapestry/assemblage with the intent to transcend/shatter/blur the boundaries of perception/reality/understanding. Every/Each/Numerous note is a vibration/pulse/ripple through the fabric of existence/being/awareness, inducing/provoking/igniting a journey/exploration/experience into the uncharted depths/territories/realities of the mind/soul/consciousness. Listeners are encouraged/invited/transformed to submit/surrender/embrace the cacophony/harmony/chaos, for only within its vortex/current/whirlwind can true illumination/revelation/awakening be found.
- Prepare yourself
- This is not music
- Dive into the depths
White Devil, Black Dream
This ain't no fairy tale, see? It's a twisted story about a soul divided. One side thirsts for power, the other yearns for peace. It's a constant war inside, and sometimes that fight spills out into the world. You got your champions, trying to do what's right, but they're up against forces that are ancient. And then there's the secret, lurking in the shadows just waiting to be revealed.
Embrace of the Chemical Bliss
The world disappears, replaced by a tapestry woven from pure sensation. Throbbing pleasure courses through your veins, a tidal wave washing away everyworry. You are one, a symphony of feeling. Time melts, its grip loosened by the intoxicating embrace of this artificial paradise. This is euphoria's domain, where reality yields to the power of altered consciousness.
Chasing Shadows in the Darkness|
A whisper of change stirs in the abyss. An ethereal shimmer flickers on the edge of awareness, promising truths to those brave enough to strive for it. But the shadows hold their own allure, tempting the soul with deception. To pursue these shadows is to enter a journey into the heart of being, where the lines between fantasy blur and the identity itself becomes unmoored.
It is a ordeal fraught with danger, yet the call is irresistible. For what hides at the end of this descent? A revelation? Or the drowning into the void? Only those who dare to face the shadows can truly know.
Liquid Fear, Milled Hope
The air is thick with dread, a palpable burden hanging over us all. Our aspirations seem fragile, easily shattered by the relentless onslaught of turmoil. Yet, even in this harrowing landscape, there are glimmers of light. Small acts of courage, like scattered dust, hold the promise to blossom into something lasting. We must embrace these fragile sparks, nurturing them with unwavering conviction. Perhaps, just perhaps, they are the pathway to overcoming this dreadful reality and forging a new path forward.
Entangled in the Serpent's Dance
Within the whirlpooling abyss of serpentine scales, one becomes lost in a macabre ballet. The beat of the serpent's dance lulls the unwary into a frenzied trance. listen the here hissss, for it reveals only oblivion.