Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An Experiment in Transience, artist - Psycroptic. Album song Symbols of Failure, in the genre Date of issue: 30.04.2006
Record label: Psycro
Song language: English
An Experiment in Transience |
| Uncontrollable addict… |
| On a downward spiral towards my mortal end: and beginning |
| A dependence that I can never impede; |
| neither wanting, nor able to |
| For I live and die for the compulsion |
| An experience few discover, and even less wish to return from |
| Troubled that it can’t be shared |
| I must lead this life of seclusion, to hide my continuous revealing crusade |
| Far beyond a fixation, it is now my life’s labor |
| Rudimentary equipment is all I utilize |
| A device so simple, yet so precise — an inaccuracy insures failure… |
| Guile, yet effective for its only function… |
| Assisting the voyage |
| My life in the care of this specially crafted tool; |
| it is the only gray for me |
| to return |
| I need to explore lain… |
| There is s o much more to be known! |
| Strapped to the mechanism, I prepare… |
| Essential wires attach, restraints hold me into position |
| I’m ready… |
| The flick of a switch steals the commencement… |
| A controlled electric current is administered |
| The short lived pain I must pass through, is a mere token price… |
| Clinically dead; |
| yet I feel so alive |
| Here again, I know to explore in haste — time is restricted |
| My natural physical casing is of no use here |
| A sensation so welcoming is overpowering |
| I must resist the urge to stay… |
| Turning away from the luminosity I see before me, I look for new areas to |
| explore… |
| It feels vaguely different each time I come… |
| Could it be evolving? |
| The only thing that is certain is that I’m being watched… |
| Concentrating, I block out distractions |
| To tie in the increasing stream of thoughts, emotions, sensations |
| Insinuating what this place actually is… |
| It must be a gateway of sorts: a collection point; |
| Collecting at is now theirs |
| I know my time is almost up as I sense them approach |
| Far I am the latest acquisition I can roughly make out their silhouette… |
| But this is not hour it is supposed to be |
| Agony indescribable hits rte |
| I’m pulled ungracefully from one reality to another |
| My journey complete as I’m artificially revived |
| I Slump forward into unconsciousness… |
| Intense pain when I wake once more, in the marl world |
| It is of little concern; |
| the knowledge gained is essential |
| I must return… |
| There is s a much more to learnt must know what is really, beyond |
| But I must rest my weak mortal shell… |