Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uncoloured Plasma Orifices Transported, artist - Wormed. Album song Quasineutrality - EP, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
Uncoloured Plasma Orifices Transported |
| Accelerated by gravity |
| In this erupted dimension |
| Effulgent lights emanation |
| Geodesic dome disintegration absolute |
| Massive transition without radiation |
| Crossing the prohibited lines |
| Emitted |
| By meta stable levels |
| Exploring the gelatinous surfaces |
| Dynamic propulsion |
| Of my old system |
| With magnificent, convulsions |
| In the atomic crystal, reflections |
| Over the fatal status, tech-stone |
| I’m an entity, collapsing in the time |
| Transforming the new voxel |
| Charged with tons of antimatter |
| Blasting the holes of obscurity |
| Blasting the holes |
| Absorbing the last cell in this unfavorable corporeality |
| Black density around and harsh molecular, unexplained phenomena, intolerance |
| intolerance! |
| Poisoning the universal matter, Gravity |
| Electromagnetism, and strong, Weak |
| Nuclear forces, are |
| An united entity, flow |
| Nuclear forces are a united! |
| I have to escape of this Euclidean space |
| Where I can test this fictitious impression of depth? |
| impression of depth? |
| In this machine where the reversibility is non absolute |
| Krighsu! |
| Krighsu! |
| contemplates me |
| Krighsu! |
| Krighsu! |
| contemplates me |
| From the fissure |
| Trying to avoid thy intellectual encumbrance |
| Tons of oblate spheroids |
| Tons of oblate spheroids (gravity) |
| Rotating about the minor axis of this hole |
| Tried to find the area under the curve a paradoxical navigability |
| The number of vectors is equal to the dimension |
| A new geodesation operation under the influence of gravity |
| A solid cut off between two parallel planes |
| Charging the orifices with my own proton-electron mass ratio |
| Six billion light years away pulverizing the old plane |
| Beyond the confines of your single galaxy |
| Your eight-dimensional cosmos is right now succumbed |
| Virtually unlimited |