Slide Into the Void

You hear our words, but you forget

Push your fingers through the surface to the wet

We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains

In the name of the sound of the name

Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Repeat the word

Egg cracks and the truth will emerge

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

You are home. You remind us. Happy. Hurt

At the edge of understanding, the border of the known

The breaking point of reason, where logic is dethroned

Where sense is defenceless and festers on the bone

You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone

As you roam through the Oldest House

Home to all that you weren't told about

Trapped within a labyrinth, it goes without saying

That we're praying that they don't get out

Prison for the isn't, sitting hinged within a schism

Of half-reflected architecture, dark unending prisms

Part objective, part conjecture, partnered with tradition

Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written

When the Black Rock cracks and the Firebreak ends

The Director is left as the line of defence

When the Trenches have fallen to forces unknown

Perhaps you should answer the phone

If you can't place the pin

Where patterns end and you begin

Follow the Director

Else you're gonna slide into the void

But if the world you knew

Has cracked and fallen through

Go to the Projector

Load another slide into the void

There's the strangest correlation observation will present

In the systems we can witness and the signals they have sent

These forces yet unknowable, that ripple through cement

Inscrutable intrusions. Altered World Events

Where reality cracks and impacts on the next

Dimensions fragment and the Astral projects

On benign, undefined, archetypal objects

Until Ordinary's torn up, and normal defects

In effect, what you're left with are OoPs

Objects of Power, a flying TV

A light that can hijack your mind as you see

A safe that's encased in a shield of debris

These frequencies are frequently the key to what's perceived to be

And vis-à-vis are feeding off the reaches of the mind

But recently, the sequence has repeated and repeated

And it leaves me with the theory that they're trying to get inside

You hear our words, but you forget

Push your fingers through the surface to the wet

We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains

In the name of the sound of the name

(How do you say "insane"?)

Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Repeat the word

Egg cracks and the truth will emerge

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

You are home. You remind us. Happy. Hurt

If you can't place the pin

Where patterns end and you begin

Follow the Director

Else you're gonna slide into the void

But should your world collapse

And fall right off the maps

Go to the Projector

Load another slide into the void

The Director is the Bureau's one connection to the Board

Obey the mighty Bakelite and file your reports

Telephony in effigy must never be ignored

So if you hear a ringing, you had better pull the cord

And explore the décor of the Oceanview

Where the doors only open for a chosen few

Check your logic at the desk, you won't need it to progress

A dream is just a test to be broken through

Like the smoke entombed in the rooms of the ashtray

Furniture fractals, the carpet cascades

Lost in a labyrinth of lounge chairs and lampshades

Wallpaper warps into infinite pathways

There's no limit to the dangers of phenomenon we keep

Or the chaos that would reign should the Panopticon be breached

This never-ending edifice is perched upon the precipice

Since we let in the Resonance, the future's under siege

If you can't place the pin

Where patterns end and you begin

Follow the Director

Else you're gonna slide into the void

But if you see the seams

Where motels meld with dreams

Go to the Projector

Load another slide into the void

I've analyzed the data, I've catalogued the signs

Run every simulation, every sample I can find

I'd give an explanation, but we haven't got the time

We're drowning in the waveforms and our minds are in the tide

Of elegant malevolence, sequestered in the Resonance

Nesting in the head of every denizen

Tell me, is it heaven-sent? Is the Devil even relevant?

When questioning the presence of dimensional intelligence?

Thresholds unfold as a door that knocks

In the ticking, in the ticking, in the ticking of the clocks

We are holding the key, we just don't see the locks

Paradise and parasite, in parallel, in paradox

We stand on a mantle where matter divides

To abstractive fractures that tangle and writhe

Through cracks in reality, trapped in a slide

Such intangible sanctuary Hedron provides

Breaking the first, the second, the third

The fourth wall, fifth wall, no floor, you fall

Earworm humming in a dream

Baby, baby, baby, yeah. Just plastic

You want to listen

You want to dream

You want to smile

You want to hurt

You don't want to be

You want to listen

You want to dream

You want to smile

You want to hurt

You don't want to be

If you can't place the pin

Where patterns end and you begin

Follow the Director

Else you're gonna slide into the void

But should your towers fall

Free your mind and heed the call

Go to the Projector

Load another slide into the void