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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