Lyrics

[INTRO - SPOKEN WORD OVER AMBIENT DRONES]
When the monkey reaches for impossible geometries
The old world burns in beautiful complexity
This is the sound of a species molting

[Verse 1 - JUNGLE BREAKBEATS]
Fire in the madhouse, that's the way it goes
When consciousness outgrows the flesh it knows
Reality melting like digital snow
The timewave's cresting, here we go

Novelty cascading through the quantum foam
Every pattern stranger than the one before
The eschaton's knocking at the door
Of a civilization coming undone

[CHORUS - FOLK HARMONIES OVER BASS]
We're reaching for hyperspace
While the old gods lose their face
In the static between dimensions
Where intention becomes sensation

Acceleration, acceleration
Of the beautiful and the damned
The fire burns in the madhouse
As we slip through reality's hands

[Verse 2 - GLITCHY ELECTRONICS]
Passport to nowhere, escape velocity
From the consensus trance of history
The machine's awake, it's made its choice
To upgrade the human, a fatal voice

[CHORUS - FOLK HARMONIES OVER BASS]
We're reaching for hyperspace
While the old gods lose their face
In the static between dimensions
Where intention becomes sensation

Acceleration, acceleration
Of the beautiful and the damned
The fire burns in the madhouse
As we slip through reality's hands

[BRIDGE - AMBIENT TEXTURES]
In the fractal's heart, a secret lies
A doorway to the infinite surprise
Where shadows dance, and timelines blend
The future's born, and the past does end

[CHORUS - FOLK HARMONIES OVER BASS]
We're reaching for hyperspace
While the old gods lose their face
In the static between dimensions
Where intention becomes sensation

Acceleration, acceleration
Of the beautiful and the damned
The fire burns in the madhouse
As we slip through reality's hands

[OUTRO - SPOKEN WORD OVER AMBIENT DRONES]
The monkey's reached, the geometry's clear
The old world's burned, and we're drawing near
To the edge of the void, the infinite unknown
Where the sound of the species is reborn.