Cosmic Pessimism (Instrumental)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:31 duration
๐ ID: 13037803
๐ Lyrics
There's a ghost that grows inside of us
Damaged in the making
And there's a hunt sprung from necessity
Elliptical and drowned
Where the moving quiet of our insomnia
Offers up each thought
There's a luminous field of grey inertia
And obsidian dreams burned all the way down
Arabesque ink wandering, winds itself around our ovate dreams
We seem to speak only in the imprecise geometries of black volcanic sands
Huge, impossibly regular shapes of rutted charcoal rocks hover above us
As if waiting
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
From a blurred horizon
Quiet black basalt pools
Bore into the rocks
And our own patiently withering bones
Slumbering swells of a salt-borne amnesia
Course through our fibrous limbs
Scorched, wandering
Brine secretes from every pore
The luminous point where logic becomes contemplation
Lost in thought, dreamless sleep, adrift in deep space
A black glow in the deepest sleepwalking seas
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
Around you this night, a thousand million firefly anatomies
Breathe in and out in their slow burning, liturgical glow
Impersonal sadness, to become overgrown, like a ruin
We do not live (we do not live)
We are lived (we are lived)
Pessimism (pessimism)
The last refuge of hope
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
We do not live
We are lived
Cosmic pessimism
The last refuge of hope
Damaged in the making
And there's a hunt sprung from necessity
Elliptical and drowned
Where the moving quiet of our insomnia
Offers up each thought
There's a luminous field of grey inertia
And obsidian dreams burned all the way down
Arabesque ink wandering, winds itself around our ovate dreams
We seem to speak only in the imprecise geometries of black volcanic sands
Huge, impossibly regular shapes of rutted charcoal rocks hover above us
As if waiting
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
From a blurred horizon
Quiet black basalt pools
Bore into the rocks
And our own patiently withering bones
Slumbering swells of a salt-borne amnesia
Course through our fibrous limbs
Scorched, wandering
Brine secretes from every pore
The luminous point where logic becomes contemplation
Lost in thought, dreamless sleep, adrift in deep space
A black glow in the deepest sleepwalking seas
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
Around you this night, a thousand million firefly anatomies
Breathe in and out in their slow burning, liturgical glow
Impersonal sadness, to become overgrown, like a ruin
We do not live (we do not live)
We are lived (we are lived)
Pessimism (pessimism)
The last refuge of hope
We do not live
We are lived
Pessimism
The last refuge of hope
We do not live
We are lived
Cosmic pessimism
The last refuge of hope
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:26.26] There's a ghost that grows inside of us
[00:29.64] Damaged in the making
[00:32.20] And there's a hunt sprung from necessity
[00:34.79] Elliptical and drowned
[00:37.93] Where the moving quiet of our insomnia
[00:40.01] Offers up each thought
[00:43.36] There's a luminous field of grey inertia
[00:45.79] And obsidian dreams burned all the way down
[00:50.77] Arabesque ink wandering, winds itself around our ovate dreams
[00:56.19] We seem to speak only in the imprecise geometries of black volcanic sands
[01:02.84] Huge, impossibly regular shapes of rutted charcoal rocks hover above us
[01:12.30] As if waiting
[01:16.31] We do not live
[01:19.69] We are lived
[01:22.51] Pessimism
[01:25.32] The last refuge of hope
[01:31.60] From a blurred horizon
[01:34.33] Quiet black basalt pools
[01:37.35] Bore into the rocks
[01:38.91] And our own patiently withering bones
[01:43.62] Slumbering swells of a salt-borne amnesia
[01:46.72] Course through our fibrous limbs
[01:49.25] Scorched, wandering
[01:51.12] Brine secretes from every pore
[01:56.06] The luminous point where logic becomes contemplation
[01:59.90] Lost in thought, dreamless sleep, adrift in deep space
[02:04.99] A black glow in the deepest sleepwalking seas
[02:09.35] We do not live
[02:12.49] We are lived
[02:15.79] Pessimism
[02:18.35] The last refuge of hope
[02:32.74] Around you this night, a thousand million firefly anatomies
[02:37.34] Breathe in and out in their slow burning, liturgical glow
[02:42.54] Impersonal sadness, to become overgrown, like a ruin
[02:48.34] We do not live (we do not live)
[02:51.58] We are lived (we are lived)
[02:54.74] Pessimism (pessimism)
[02:58.62] The last refuge of hope
[03:02.17] We do not live
[03:05.52] We are lived
[03:08.82] Pessimism
[03:11.15] The last refuge of hope
[03:27.16] We do not live
[03:30.58] We are lived
[03:32.09] Cosmic pessimism
[03:36.28] The last refuge of hope
[03:38.53]
[00:29.64] Damaged in the making
[00:32.20] And there's a hunt sprung from necessity
[00:34.79] Elliptical and drowned
[00:37.93] Where the moving quiet of our insomnia
[00:40.01] Offers up each thought
[00:43.36] There's a luminous field of grey inertia
[00:45.79] And obsidian dreams burned all the way down
[00:50.77] Arabesque ink wandering, winds itself around our ovate dreams
[00:56.19] We seem to speak only in the imprecise geometries of black volcanic sands
[01:02.84] Huge, impossibly regular shapes of rutted charcoal rocks hover above us
[01:12.30] As if waiting
[01:16.31] We do not live
[01:19.69] We are lived
[01:22.51] Pessimism
[01:25.32] The last refuge of hope
[01:31.60] From a blurred horizon
[01:34.33] Quiet black basalt pools
[01:37.35] Bore into the rocks
[01:38.91] And our own patiently withering bones
[01:43.62] Slumbering swells of a salt-borne amnesia
[01:46.72] Course through our fibrous limbs
[01:49.25] Scorched, wandering
[01:51.12] Brine secretes from every pore
[01:56.06] The luminous point where logic becomes contemplation
[01:59.90] Lost in thought, dreamless sleep, adrift in deep space
[02:04.99] A black glow in the deepest sleepwalking seas
[02:09.35] We do not live
[02:12.49] We are lived
[02:15.79] Pessimism
[02:18.35] The last refuge of hope
[02:32.74] Around you this night, a thousand million firefly anatomies
[02:37.34] Breathe in and out in their slow burning, liturgical glow
[02:42.54] Impersonal sadness, to become overgrown, like a ruin
[02:48.34] We do not live (we do not live)
[02:51.58] We are lived (we are lived)
[02:54.74] Pessimism (pessimism)
[02:58.62] The last refuge of hope
[03:02.17] We do not live
[03:05.52] We are lived
[03:08.82] Pessimism
[03:11.15] The last refuge of hope
[03:27.16] We do not live
[03:30.58] We are lived
[03:32.09] Cosmic pessimism
[03:36.28] The last refuge of hope
[03:38.53]