The Schoenberg Automaton - Where are We, In a Cube? | Текст песни

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• The Schoenberg Automaton
• Where are We, In a Cube?

A shard of light, cuts in, rationalise the situation
Proximal locations, induce anxiety inside
Water wells in Schlemm's canal, flooding the senses
Distort in saline silhouette, silken steel, confines, construct

Counterbalance to perspective

Mathematical mind melt, a prime configuration
Each equation plots our destination
Equal to the factor of human implementation

Cattle strapped to racks, drained of all they can extract
Process, process, corporate elation, process, process

Four walls and a room of hate, predatory senses take over, dictate
Ingest, ingest, your own degradation

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