Rising above my body
Seeing myself double
A taste beneath my tongue
Pushing but I'm pulling
Sleeping while awake
Vibrations make me numb
Who is this speaking
Can I even hear
Valleys progress peaking
I don't like it here
What is this feeling
I know it isn't fear
Splitting personality
The vast spectrum has dulled to grey
As night gradients into day
All the fragments in disarray
What is really before me
Can this be real
Even with touch I cannot feel
This is not of my own mind
Spectral imagery
Geometric symmetry
The colors of the earth
Mental divinity
Or subconscious trickery
This cognitive rebirth
Who is speaking
What is this I hear
Everything repeating
I don't like it here
What is this feeling
Am I even here
I see myself depleting
The vast spectrum has dulled to grey
As night gradients into day
All the fragments in disarray
What is really before me
Can this be real
Even with touch I cannot feel
This is not of my own mind
Whose voice do I hear
Repeating repeating repeating
Repeating repeating repeating
Repeating repeating repeating
It's repeating
Whose voice do I hear
Aimlessly riding this wave
The lines have been blurred between ecstasy and pain
Am the leader or am I the slave
What is the reason these thoughts are contained
Perhaps a softer, more “pop-forward” album compared to Inmazes and Witness however equally as effective. Vola simply know how to make approachable and great music. 8/10 RJ