Abraxas Descending

Flow and resistance
An interruption crossfades
Routines
Familiar movements instantly degrade
If I live to find the time for forgiveness
Then I'll give it the proper space
If I live to find the time for reflection
I'll consider how we haven't changed

You feel it through the ground
More than you hear the actual sound
Somehow both noiseless and deafening
Upturned faces scan the sky
To find the source
Completely mindless and lumbering

And that's how we learned what to believe
Exposed the penny gods when she came to feed

Universal instant trauma
Humanity's clean slate
Suspension and resolution
Augmentation and decay
And there will be no need for forgiveness
When the records are erased
And there will be no time for reflection
When the record has been laid to waste

And that's how we learned what to believe
Exposed the penny gods when she came to feed

Here she comes
No time to escape toward the sea