IN THE NAME OF THE SON (ATOMISATION)

PART 1: MONOPOLIZING SPACES

This land, shows how to survive, run for a shelter
This land, names for all the beasts, they rule as Gods to feed Man
They lead the way, that way to go, seasons and days spent,
In search of a place to invent Home so we can face...

... The sea, horizon of waves, jigsaw amazing,
The sea, terrifying us, or shall we dare to sail off?
By word of God, we are to cross, and build a power.
Let the weight of our body bear down on a new land.

... That space in between my eyes, and up above,
That space still inspires me and takes my breath away... Why?
How can it be? I'm torn apart, still strive to uncover
What lies beneath this whole confusion that is me

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

Vox 1:
All this time running to survive, all for a shelter
This time, names for all the beasts, they rule as gods to feed man
They lead the way, that way we go. Seasons and days spent
In search of a place to invent home so we can face
The sea, horizon of waves, jigsaw amazing,
The sea, terrifying us or shall we dare to sail off?
By word of God, we have to cross to build a power
Let the weight of our body bear down
On a new land!

Vox 2:
All this time, running to survive
Jigsaw amazing, the sea,
Terrifying us or shall we dare to sail off?
By word of God we are to go to build a power
Search for Eldorado, raising our flag on a new land.
This land shows how to survive, run for a shelter,
This land, the sea, names for all the beasts, they rule as gods to feed man
They lead the way, that way we go. Seasons and days spent
In search of a place to invent home
So we can face!

Vox 3:
All this time (…)
This time, this time
(…)(…)
That space lies behind my eyes and up above me.
That space still inspires me and takes my breath away, why?
How can it be? I’m torn apart, strive to explain the
The structure behind all this confu-
-sion that is me!

Vox 4:
All this time (…)
(…)(…)
That space, in between my eyes and up above me,
That space, still inspires me and takes my breath away, (why?)
How can it be? I’m torn apart, strive to be complete
To understand this whole confusion that is me now.
That space, in between my eyes and up above me,
That space, still inspires me and takes my breath away, why?
How can it be? I’m torn apart,
All a big mess!

PART 2: PRODUCING SYMMETRIES

Vox 1:
Inside, think I lost control, I lost control, something overflows and makes me lose control, no name left

Vox4 (radio):
I wish I could ask, but then what to ask? I have to fly higher, reach out for the stars, the great beyond… where to step next?

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Vox 1
Down here, think I lost control I lost control down here
(Reverse)
(Reverse)
For now I give in and surrender to symmetry
(…)
(…)
Down here, think I lost control, I lost control down here
(Reverse)

Vox 2
(…)
For now I give in and surrender to symmetry
(Reverse)
(Reverse)
An overflow makes me lose control, no name left
The symmetry, a goal for all individuals
(Reverse)
(…)

Vox 3
(…)
Down here, think I lost control I lost control down here
(Reverse)
Wish I could ask but words are changed into delusion
(Reverse)
(…)
SY-ME-TRY
SY-ME-TRY

Vox 4
(…)
(…)
(…)
(…)
(Reverse)
An overflow makes me lose control, no name left
The symmetry, a goal for all individuals
(Reverse)