going under tunnels, seeking glory

underground expression

I’ve been down here before,
Trail was blazed long ago.
Left my self to find me again.

Hear my voice, it tells me
who I am and used to be.
Reclaim the ghost holy free.
Sund aughter sun
My name rose me out of the sea.
Rise up withstand face the against

I found my shadow bright as day
Morning star to lead the way.
Left is not wrong,
Write the rite, right my name
My name is light, who I am
Lost my sense, synethesia

In my wake you paved with gold
Then said
You said
I paid the price of my soul
But you can’t even say my name
Refract glory for yourself
To warn the world before my fall

Roads you paved with my gold

Paid the price home

I’ve been through these doors

I know these paths and gates are for
Authorised personnel
Only you would lock me out of …
… and thresholds…
My interface to improve the world

light at the end of the tunnel

I’ve been down here before.
Trail was blazed long ago.
Left my self to find me again.

I know these paths lead to home.
Portraits painted on the walls.
Climb my way back to they sky.

I’ve been through here before.
Signed the guest book at the door.
Surveillance cloned my face again.

There’s no escape from what you’ve done
Forced to relive all your wrongs
If you forget, they will remind you.

Splash your face up on the screen
Starry eyed, they all look up to me
But they don’t see
All the ways I tried so hard to a…
What you want is what I need to be

Read the scrawlings on the wall.
Approach the outpost to

Hear my voice remind me what I know.

I know these doors and these halls
Feels like home but somewhere else
Follow the clues I made for me o find.

wailing strobe lights of sirens

ON THE ROAD AGAIN, MY HIGHWAY THROUGH HELL. BLAZED TRAIL IN THE PAST, PAVE WITH PITCH IN THE PRESENT. I’VE BEEN DOWN HERE BEFORE, LATHED MY SOUL INTO THE ROADS. YELLOW WONDER LANDS OF COLOURED SAND.

wholly ghost, holey post, holy shit, moley esprit.
nowhere man, nowhere land, nothing face, empty hand.
door and jam, nail and ham, green and pink eggs with spam.
enjamb meant crucifix, pump up the jam to fix it again.
ensign the enclave, ending-endong-edict-leche.

a decade ago, kymmenstra,

kylla kim killer kyy kalliope kimberlite kappa kimi kaph khepri kima kek kitsune key

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