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lyrics
Everything you hear you‘ve heard before
Underpinning senseless thoughts
The facts and figures all are blurred
I hate to see what you‘ve become
I am witnessing first hand selective cognition
There is something you should know these walls are closing in
Hey living down in the deepest cave
The echo chamber here fiction becomes truth
The echo chamber your transmission is on constant repetition now
Bouncing back the words you want to hear
But In the end now one will ask how
One distant past this all could start
The prophecies and every warning have been ignored and ridiculed
I am stunned and appalled now by so much bigotry
And the truth you propagate evidently nonsensical
Hey living down in the deepest cave
The echo chamber here fiction becomes truth
The echo chamber your transmission is on constant repetition now
Into the vastness of the echo cave
Into the promised land an enclosed space fake writing‘s on the wall
There is a looming mass arising that fades out reality
Voices join into choir of
The Serpent’s lullaby
𝓟rogress to the peak of the cosmic hill proved rich in phonic fortune for four intrepid Spaniards, as upon that summit was found the trippiest of tomes: Diagrams of Pagan Life. And who better to decode those drafts and lend voice to its visions than La Roja's finest amplified alchemists and gurus of groove. Heathen hooks, druidic dynamics and iconoclastic instrumentation beckon the heavens to dispatch a further bolt of special electricals and for Slap Guru, lightning duly strikes twice. 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
Spacious like the light-years separating faraway galaxies, groovy like the rings of a remote planet, slow and dense like the passing of time in a blackhole, and massive like a giant supernova that's about to implode. muschiosauro