Gordon - The LoOp Lyrics

Adrenaline injectors
Fuel the machines
Endless program,
The stood-up spirals
Are siphoning the feels
Souls in a vacuum,
Overwhelmed by deprivation.
Lies tangled,
Acid Closed mixtures
Of these spat illusions
Drawing an inn
That is shaped like a prison.
Life is the factory,
Drowning in the mold of insensitivity
Divine, sublime
Merry-go-round,
The new blood contemplates
A world alive.
Time flows through fresh eyes,
The fleeting gaze of an ineffable life.
The whirlwind ocean engulfing
The future to come,
A swirling pressure,
The centrifuge of this constant blur.
Spew forth the will
Absorb the gravity
Constantly sleeping,
Cradled by the inconstant waves
Wait the ascent
The coming of infinite falls
Til the greatest void
Lift the veil on the
Blood-stained capsules
(Bleeding on the sides)
Heed the harvest
Of wandering ghosts
(Waiting for a sunrise)
Synthesized death
Displayed on the walls.
(Surmising the lies)
Illustrated fleshes,
Emptied of souls
Following the lines
Hailing the...
Divine, sublime
Merry-go-round,
The new blood contemplates
A world alive.
Time flows through fresh eyes,
The fleeting gaze of an ineffable life.