Your corners bring your shape into focus but even in the dark I can see you traced across my retinas. Every nuance, every flick of the wrist - every move you make is a book to me. Every brushstroke tells a different story and every direction gives me whole new opinion. Every nuance, every flick of the wrist - every move you made. Every emotion or lack thereof. Every moment of dissonance. From a distance you're like any other shape but get up close to see the detail and the pace. Every nuance, every flick of the wrist - every move. This perspective feels so familiar and this setting is just so similar. Everything is contained in one form. Here - in one form.
Track Name: Delphi
Oh, if only I could tell what my future held - I could turn this screw and I would know: Could I bring fire back to the Earth; would my universe expand? But in these -ember months now that New Year's died, should I leave it all behind? Do I value life, my limbs or legacy? Will I become a god or go to purgatory? Hollow faces, hollow places, hollowed shells and hallowed halls - I'm crawling down Apollo's corridor.