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lyrics
Come step forward
You want to see it clear
Feel the tension rising high
For all that matters Is here in front of us
Elusive prospects of purpose
Rest assured i am lost in this world just as much as you
Before all i will sort out what keeps me from moving on
Can‘t change it
The given course of life
There‘s no control
The vortex alone is ultimate truth
Exposed to fear for years
Deaf blind and numbed
All through these years causing pain
A life in vain
The decoy that i chased worked out
Rest assure there is more to this life than this hunt we’re in
Before all i will ignore the shards and their reflection
Can‘t change it
The given course of life
There‘s no control
The vortex alone is ultimate truth
No one will come to save us
To come to find us
To come to erase our angst
And no one is right
In this crunching defeat
It’s a struggle and strive
For some clarity
All that once was will fade away
And the waves will break over you
This world will speak in different tongues
This world is in an endless abyss
The vortex alone is ultimate truth
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