Jester's Funeral - А Connoisseur of Chaos | Текст песни

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• Jester's Funeral
• А Connoisseur of Chaos

A symmetry junkie, obsessed with patterns. Interpreting the world as pure
semiotics, ripe with messages and meanings. Reading chaos as
complexity, randomness as design. Every noise a hidden signal, every
chance constellation a secret arrangement, every accident a plot.
Desperate for significance, wrestling transcendental cause from arbitrary
effect. The word “random” deliberately repeated. Eventually shape
emerges from waste. An embodiment of the invisible. Organic unity
dragged out of the garbage can. Scatters sculptured into the Rorschachmemory
of a presence. But where lie the origins of this message? Beyond
a lost love’s grave or in the grave of the subconscious?

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