
Obdurate - A Metric Based on Insects
Published at : October 13, 2021
Full album: https://obduratefleet.bandcamp.com/releases
Made with the beautiful artwork of Gabby Depierre, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_ga.art/
(Unsung) lyrics:
"The worst reality possible is that the universe is conscious"
Every year of progress refines the language of suffering
This is why mature can't sympathise with young
A perfect society has covered every issue
Thus, every small itch is one day in spotlight
"As small as I am, one day I'll be dealt with
Erase myself by finding my home"
Self sentence wish imposes a time limit
"The universe expands, that's hopefully distracting"
The scale is cosmic, both the place and the task
Details still count though, as one day will man
A random point in space, the inception
A cord tug away from another empty space
Nourished and healthy, purpose lasting centuries
Return to Earth
Mostly empty according to senses
Calling the unknown is a dangerous game
Dimension eaters and cosmic dust purifiers?
Quietly pay attention in the night of a forrest
Base temperature rules out a further three planets
A comet belt raises this number to four
That means, too hot! "Solar system is now ruled out"
Escape plan routine, mental arithmetic after good sleep
Vantage points reveal the galaxy's type
Only perimeter is what is worth checking
Working on a larger theory
Tracking progress with scars in flesh
Mental movement measured by self against self, this seems very dangerous
"The Greek's before us would be with their gods"
A foetus would walk its womb to the cosmos
A drift for how long? Another technique?
Body map directs but the news isn't good
A glimmer of hope every second to third century
Awesome in beauty and awful intimidation
"I've falling in love with this vast, crushing backdrop"
Fighting the laughable, utter futility
Infinite time and infinite will, success guaranteed! (Forget the obvious counter argument)
The value of a journey is determined by ideas for its sequel
Or how we are united, archives created, others in awe?
Fascinatingly boring
A core component is diligent transcription
Willing into existence creative solutions to ignore
Imprisoned by idleness, interrupted by heartbreak
Life's waveform lengthens like zooming out from a map
Patterns promise centuries of sadness
You'll notice these milestones occur frequently eventually
Linearising mood an inevitable consequence
Propagation through time; a zipper locking history
Occupant, environment, united by an individual struggle for ignorance
Tear ducts will push an eyelash away
Noses and ears will catch foreign objects
But what if a hair was caught behind an eye ball?
Or got through the hole in the drum before healing?
What if this happened before modern medicine?
A soul got caught in a person before birth?
All human suffering, a machine factory accident
Remaining until inevitable rot, the earth is the same
Tears of fury would fight to ignore it
Curing tinnitus by avoiding quiet spaces
A conscious universe impaired and frustrated
The fight is between ignored and ignorant
To abstain from a person never before felt merciful
To give people meaning we tell them to find it
Correctly telling people what not to do
Living this fringe is perfect for cinema
"An opera of stars who find me annoying
Inflicting more harm, I beg to be trivial"
These thoughts are thought during a period of patience
This patience is demanded, it takes time to reach planets
Perpetually debilitating the love I love most
I love you, I'm sorry, I'm trying to leave you
Process of elimination removes me completely
Made with the beautiful artwork of Gabby Depierre, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_ga.art/
(Unsung) lyrics:
"The worst reality possible is that the universe is conscious"
Every year of progress refines the language of suffering
This is why mature can't sympathise with young
A perfect society has covered every issue
Thus, every small itch is one day in spotlight
"As small as I am, one day I'll be dealt with
Erase myself by finding my home"
Self sentence wish imposes a time limit
"The universe expands, that's hopefully distracting"
The scale is cosmic, both the place and the task
Details still count though, as one day will man
A random point in space, the inception
A cord tug away from another empty space
Nourished and healthy, purpose lasting centuries
Return to Earth
Mostly empty according to senses
Calling the unknown is a dangerous game
Dimension eaters and cosmic dust purifiers?
Quietly pay attention in the night of a forrest
Base temperature rules out a further three planets
A comet belt raises this number to four
That means, too hot! "Solar system is now ruled out"
Escape plan routine, mental arithmetic after good sleep
Vantage points reveal the galaxy's type
Only perimeter is what is worth checking
Working on a larger theory
Tracking progress with scars in flesh
Mental movement measured by self against self, this seems very dangerous
"The Greek's before us would be with their gods"
A foetus would walk its womb to the cosmos
A drift for how long? Another technique?
Body map directs but the news isn't good
A glimmer of hope every second to third century
Awesome in beauty and awful intimidation
"I've falling in love with this vast, crushing backdrop"
Fighting the laughable, utter futility
Infinite time and infinite will, success guaranteed! (Forget the obvious counter argument)
The value of a journey is determined by ideas for its sequel
Or how we are united, archives created, others in awe?
Fascinatingly boring
A core component is diligent transcription
Willing into existence creative solutions to ignore
Imprisoned by idleness, interrupted by heartbreak
Life's waveform lengthens like zooming out from a map
Patterns promise centuries of sadness
You'll notice these milestones occur frequently eventually
Linearising mood an inevitable consequence
Propagation through time; a zipper locking history
Occupant, environment, united by an individual struggle for ignorance
Tear ducts will push an eyelash away
Noses and ears will catch foreign objects
But what if a hair was caught behind an eye ball?
Or got through the hole in the drum before healing?
What if this happened before modern medicine?
A soul got caught in a person before birth?
All human suffering, a machine factory accident
Remaining until inevitable rot, the earth is the same
Tears of fury would fight to ignore it
Curing tinnitus by avoiding quiet spaces
A conscious universe impaired and frustrated
The fight is between ignored and ignorant
To abstain from a person never before felt merciful
To give people meaning we tell them to find it
Correctly telling people what not to do
Living this fringe is perfect for cinema
"An opera of stars who find me annoying
Inflicting more harm, I beg to be trivial"
These thoughts are thought during a period of patience
This patience is demanded, it takes time to reach planets
Perpetually debilitating the love I love most
I love you, I'm sorry, I'm trying to leave you
Process of elimination removes me completely

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