Lyrics Machina Mimesis (In the Corner Café) - Fall Of The Leafe

Machina Mimesis (In the Corner Café)

Nothing less than the sound of footsteps
Condensing into a shape
Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings
Realized it was a mirror after hours of work.
They are filth
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
Own art — this easily percepted.
Within the 4 years
Of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo.
It all meant little, if
Nothing What is the frase I look for… Chaotic Dementh
Ah yes indeed.
Been there before, fair lady?
A Copper medal I won
At the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt… Torment
Thirst.
Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in
The aftermath of their own cold war.
Neo-colonialistic freaks
Says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish — in cataleptic
Disorders.
An apparatus of something, don t really know what
Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once?
The absolute
Legion of oddity.
Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?