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Imago

from Somersault Days by Sin7ven

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lyrics

[Intro]
Gimme my invisible paint brush
Tried to make a splash but the visual ain’t much
The digital has enslaved us
Life is just a series of division and break ups

[Verse 1]
Caught up in analysis and measuring
Trying to describe the unreality of everything
Bursting into tears from the years of the worst thing
Lips pursed thin from his peers

What even is another being in this dream
The lines seem to blur at the seams every scene
Carpe diem feels far from a DM
You’re all the same, yet so far from agreeing

To want to breathe in a universe
Another human urge, indeed, who can do it first?
Who can seal all things into one phrase?
Breathe space, speak wind, spit sunrays


I can breathe in some fun ways
Beckon the air to adventure the lung maze
Heir to the throne of it having to make sense
In a growing line of inadequate attempts

[Hook]
The heart shaped hole in your brain
Controlling your pain - that’s all imago
The mother you don’t have
The brother floating off in the past - that’s all imago

The judgment of betters and peers
Heckles and cheers - that’s all imago
Phantasmic decay
The myself after today - that’s all imago

[Bridge]
Whatever is imaginal perpetuates itself
Severing the actual
And while it may be hypnotizing
The signified can’t be signaled in a chain of rhyming

Catch you later, in an insane asylum
While looking for a negation to take a side in
Dance like a daemon in a trance
When they play the siren in the ambulance I’m in

[Verse 2]
Hardcore feeling like a fantasy
Dreams are far more realer than reality
What’s a cure to the trappings of the mind
When the psychic spider lure catch us in a bind?


Defined by our lack of what the other has
But another gag is that there’s nothing to be had
Pointing at nothing screaming: “what is that?”
Boy pick it up, he needs another bag

See the green? There’s money to be had
In selling suffering to the sad on a screen
And you like that abstraction a lot
Even despite bad cracks in the plot

The problem isn’t satisfying desires
It’s even seeing them, you have to light some pyres
We can’t even articulate our chains
While inconceivable beings enslave our brains


[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It took me some growing
To know not to look for my soul in a book or a poem
They’re spectral haunting collective memories
Undead gods from the long dead centuries

I needed some visions to know
Not to see everything as an image alone
Desire is a sword and a whip
And the fire of the Lord, your reward and the Id

In a sinful accord with the order of symbols
Cup runneth over when pouring on impulse
Slurp up the surplus enjoyment, turn up
Anointed my symptoms appointing them purpose

Know your projections, learn thy fears
Many things in this world tend to work like mirrors
Lost in the eyes of the Other
Reflections come in the guise of a lover


[Hook]

The heart shaped hole in your brain
Controlling your pain - that’s all imago
The mother you don’t have
The brother floating off in the past - that’s all imago

The judgment of betters and peers
Heckles and cheers - that’s all imago
Phantasmic decay
The myself past the today - that’s all imago

That’s all imago (x4)

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from Somersault Days, released March 7, 2024

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I produce, write and make weird hip-hop. I also draw.

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