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An idea lurks within familiar scenery.
You’re always under a watchful gaze.
So tie together the whirling wildflowers,
A kaleidoscope of spinning blue.
An unconscious bias.
A reason for existence unknown to anyone else.
A visualized Spirograph
Repeats,
A geometric pattern of destruction and creation.
After the cut-off, we can meet once more,
While journeying through a parallel world.
So notice the inlaid wish there
And remake the world.
In a tight little garden with no space to move,
Break it all apart and start rearranging.
All is born from nothing. All returns to nothing.
Overcome this dystopia as many times as it takes.
Seems it’s goodbye again.
I’ll be waiting for you in the next world!
There’s no going back
In this transforming mandala.
Let our memories crumble away!
There’s no meaning.
I’ll forget you as well.
But I’ll wave my hand again and again,
Never learning my lesson as I refocus my light.
Bye bye, lullaby. Bye bye, boring future times!
Every time, focus fine. Bye bye, boring paradise!
Bye bye, lullaby. Bye bye, boring future times!
Want to change the design. But unbroken, we can never find!
A flower arrangement to be appreciated from afar,
This system of mirrors trapped you in a miniature garden.
A swaying chamber.
A paradigm shift.
Break the glittering mirrors
And head for a new world!
Crawl your way up!
A visualized Spirograph,
A geometric pattern of destruction and creation.
After the cut-off, we can meet once more,
While journeying through a parallel world.
So notice the inlaid wish there
And remake the world.
pi pi pi pi pi pi
An idea lurks within familiar scenery.
You’re always under a watchful gaze.
An unconscious bias.
A reason for existence unknown to anyone else.
A visualized Spirograph
Repeats,
A geometric pattern of destruction and creation.
After the cut-off, we can meet once more,
While journeying through a parallel world.
So notice the inlaid wish there
And remake the world.