Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the mind Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the mind Mechanism Mechanism
Turning gears locking into locking Memory is clocking The ageing mechanism of your mind
Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Memories tell us one thing, every thing must go Every thing must go
Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter
Be afraid to the point of formlessness Be terrorized to the point of soundlessness Be extreme to the point of powerlessness Be afraid to the point of formlessness Be terrorized to the point of soundlessness Be extreme to the point of powerlessness Be extreme Be extreme
Once upon a time there was a garden A garden was destroyed by a word Destroyed by language Language became the first memory Time was set in motion at this point But the garden did not exist within time or language It was an exterior neural projection A cathedral that worshipped its occupant And that was your soul Your soul Your soul The only thing you've got
And your soul, well, it represented the mind The mind at preset without light And there was nothing to reflect, no mirrors, no shape Nothing to fix this particular dream
And you've got no anchors You don't know where you are You don't know whether you are really existing Or whether you've blown everything And you've got to become a star
Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter
We have formed sounds, made names Trapping matter with language We perpetuate our tyranny And drown in a flood of speculation And false communication
Do you want to be reborn, immortal, outside of time? Come on, child Come to me
We must look for ways to transmit infinite alternative realities And then maybe you have a choice of reality You want to stay alive You want to stay alive You don't really want to die So make it real Make whatever is real More real than anything emasculating That we inherit Oh, you have not yet been corrupted, have you? Trivialized, have you? Lost in belief, have you? Oh, you are in our singularity
Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter Nothing matters but the end of matter
Every inherited construct, every society Every techno-patriotic political system That trades a trade unions off believing It exists It exists But it must be destroyed As fast as it's possible
You know, we make We make space Make space to be space Memory is a clock It's the ageing mechanism of your mind You can change it You can turn it back You can set the alarm
Memories tell us one thing, this thing must go Memories tell us one thing, this thing must go Memories tell us one thing, this thing must go Memories tell us one thing, this thing has to go Come on!
Must believe Must believe Must believe Must believe
Are you listening well? Names are given in order to control Names are given in order to control Listen carefully To reduce, to comprehend the forces of nature To demonstrate ownership And failure This is the race to come This is the race of the greyhounds of the future The greyhounds of the future The race to name The race to name strategy Strategy The poor have grown to be rich And the rich have grown to be poor Again Know that to re-enter immortality We must ourselves become unnameable