Resurrect Static

Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension Gaping black hole sucking life Through the straw of deletion, everything is consumed though time With a little to grant fruition, everything is on repeat until the jolt of perfection hasn’t reaped Its pole position such confusion has become a daunting pollution Unable to reach any conclusion without understanding a foundation This structure is without a clue it’s all wrong it’s all off The geometry secret has gone beyond our capacity given once but lost It’s all here the infinite reply the infinite answer invisible to all If browsed by any if ever a any, captivating its mass transparency In the splinter of a second one grain of it’s speed the equivalent in weight, of ten million elephant feeds Holy imagination laid to rest upon that last moment we like to claim as best And then back to ignorance and yet again sucking on the teat of another’s breast These are truths of wandering masses running around after materials, memories And prideful clashes and what a purpose built and all done before It all means no-thing when everything was saw piled on the heap of extinction Burnt, vanished, broken, diluted mended and then manifested ashes The plethora of our understanding it’s all gone, Just magick. hints of sorrow and completely tragic.