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Reclamation

from Cataclysm Risqué by Psychoid

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We’re living in the rotting carcass,
as our myth slowly dies,
and it’s hard to know how to focus
on what’s inside.

There will be no hocus pocus,
no potions left to find.
We used to know how to know this
Lost in time.

I used to know her face.
In the stars she composed a ballet.
Cataclysm risqué.

With no new ideas
we’ll surely rot.
Be forgot.
We’ll stack our boxes
to the top
and never stop.

With no guiding light
we’re all blind mice,
it’s no surprise
that we are all groping in the night.

I used to know her face.
With each whisper she evoked a display.
I used to know her face,
I can see it behind my eyes before I wake
the image I can not shake.

The clocks must be running fast now,
or have they stopped?
It’s hard to know whether to amass doubt,
or give it up.

The queen’s word will come to pass now,
if you trust.
So it’s time to hit the gas now,
it starts with us.

credits

from Cataclysm Risqué, released June 3, 2022
music and lyrics by Josh Stanley

bass guitar - Jeffery Smith
drums, guitar, synthesizers, voice - Josh Stanley

mixed by Josh Stanley
mastered by Seth Engel

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