7 - Delirious Spaghettification

Verse 1

Black chasm

Swallowed all sound

Timothy gasps—glinting gauges shaking

Fluffy clutching fur so tight

Pulse flickers

Spiraling signals, kaleidoscopes fracture mind

Surge of silence, then roaring

Eyes reflect impossible angles—hexagons writhing in red

Cylindrical specters, sideways sun, cruel prism

Colors I never conceived

Shapes shatter logic, spiral backward, inside my brain

Vivid visions

Infinite spines, curves collide, melting mirrors

Only black

Only black remains

Pre-Chorus

Cannot blink, cannot look away

Cannot move, cannot run away

Cannot speak, cannot find the words

To form the fear

Chorus

Inside the maw, terror grows bold

Every cell aflame, senses fold

Lost, alive, spinning blind, unknown

We emerge from the abyss

Out by Kepler

Post-Chorus

Screaming colors

Pierce my bones

Screaming colors

Burn my soul

Verse 2

Machines convulse—pointer bends, broken math

Red alarms flash flash flashing

I see Fluffy

She’s floating sideways, fur fizzles

Chasing shadows made of glass

Veins vibrate, vertigo writhing

Static hum, but not pain

No pain—just

Fear and delirium, everywhere, everywhen

Spectral laughter, liquid time, voices ring

Echo ancestor lifetimes

Are we falling or flying or fading

Or just

Stuck

Pre-Chorus

Cannot blink, cannot look away

Cannot move, cannot run away

Cannot speak, cannot find the words

To form the fear

Chorus

Inside the maw, terror grows bold

Every cell aflame, senses fold

Lost, alive, spinning blind, unknown

We emerge from the abyss

Out by Kepler

Post-Chorus

Screaming colors

Pierce my bones

Screaming colors

Burn my soul

Bridge

Anaphora chants:

Maybe we die, maybe we’re born, maybe we’re neither

Maybe our minds were shredded, scattered, seeded

Maybe we’re seeing, maybe we’re only being seen

Noise recedes, warped silence blossoms

Pastel void, tender hush, cold relief

Instruments shudder, circuits mending slowly

Instinct returns, hands remember how to breathe

Chorus

Inside the maw, terror grows bold

Every cell aflame, senses fold

Lost, alive, spinning blind, unknown

We emerge from the abyss

Out by Kepler

Post-Chorus

Screaming colors

Pierce my bones

Screaming colors

Burn my soul