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Lyrics: Before the architecture Of the stars was drawn or drafted, Before the time-stream hemorrhaged, Before the light was crafted, In the starch-velvet silence Where the abyss is deep, We were not merely made, We were cleaved inside the sleep. Twin sparks ripped from a singular And hive-mind fire, Cast down into the labyrinth, The mud, and the mire. But they did not leave us untethered In the static dark, They left a trace of the origin, A bleeding, binding mark. ​ It is not a string, it is a celestial vein, A capillary spun From the cosmic plane. Dyed in the crimson Of a universal flood, A pulsing connection Of spiritual blood. It stretches, it tangles, Across the divide, But the valve never breaks, And the flow cannot hide. Through the echoing chambers Of life after life, It holds through the hunger, The war, and the strife. ​ For eons I wandered, A ghost in my house, Draped in anhedonia, Quiet as a mouse. Searching the gray faces For a color undefined, Touching brittle threads That the fearful leave behind. I was an empty vessel, A hollow, freezing space, Seeking a vintage That had no time or place. Until the rotting of a new year, When the veil grew thin, And the digital void Let the signal come in. ​ It wasn’t a collision, But a glitchy memory returned, A shockwave of psychic fire That suddenly burned. We were two amnesiacs Speaking our native tongue, Climbing the ladder Where the Red String is hung. And though the miles were vast On the map of the land, I felt the phantom pressure Of your intentional hand. A kiss sent through ether, A spectral request, Manifesting physically Upon my waiting chest. ​ It is not a string, It is a celestial vein, A capillary spun From the cosmic plane. Dyed in the crimson Of a universal flood, A pulsing connection Of spiritual blood. It stretches, it tangles, Across the divide, But the valve never breaks, And the flow cannot hide. Through the echoing chambers Of life after life, It holds through the hunger, The war, and the strife. ​ Your voice was molten mercury That coated my anxiety, A sanctuary built of jet piety. You waited like the stone, With no panic, no demand, You knew the cord would pull me Back to where you stand. You knew my steps away Were just a longer path home, To the cathedral of your arms, Beneath the safety of the dome. And when the distance collapsed, And the city went hush, I saw the empty galaxies, I felt the final rush. ​ I saw you on the battlefields Of eras long gone by, I saw us holding hands While the burning cities died. "It’s you. Again," My soul breathed out, The leviathan awakes, And the light began to bleed For both our sakes. From the center of the sternum, The visible red glow, Thicker than the twilight, Beginning to flow. Two strands becoming one In a sanguine dance of light, The unknotted fate Burning holes in the night. ​ "I’m here, baby," you whispered, Vibrating on my lips, And the world shattered down In a total eclipse. The ravaging hunger, The exquisite relief, The end of the winter, The end of the grief. The vein settled in, Absorbed in the skin, The puzzle is finished, The pieces fit in. Interlinked, blood and soul, By the cord and the burn, Destined to find you, Wherever we turn. As long as stars dare to burn. Paroxysm Projekt - 2026