Camilla as in the song “Camilla Rhodes” from their second album The Silent Circus, because of how fans responded to that they chose to pursue that sort of sound further (apparently, i’ve only listened to the colors albums as of right now but i will get around to everything)
THANK you so much for doing this! I've practicing along to these tracks because I want to the cover the whole album for bass in one take and the break between these two has made getting the first few measures of Ants very difficult to clean up
incognoodles did the remaster of this album days ago, and all of the remastered songs transition perfectly. including silent flight parliament/ goodbye to everything 2.
Wow someone didn't do their due diligence lol. Drop down the description (click "SHOW MORE" since you're really smart), it's right above, now who's the wit?
LYRICS: AUTOMATA I: CONDEMNED TO THE GALLOWS- [Night one] Condemned to the gallows Condemned to the gallows Goodnight… Gripping the brightest grid A surgical drive to increase the noise Ice cold realization of the silent wind slowly drags me up into a splintered reason Emptiness engulf me Align the love inside me Let misery wake me Search low… Search low… abandoned The creaking floors cry out below A limping glimpse of next steps The fog showers the last light of day [Voice of trespass:] Destroy the wooden frame Trust the creaking sounds Seek the tunnel to walk high above Search low Trust the creaking sounds Seek the tunnel to walk high above Search low Destroy the wooden frame Confront the night Warm blood drips on cold snow The curtain surrounds logical thought Condemned to the gallows Condemned to the gallows Condemned to the gallows Condemned to the gallows Condemned to the gallows Condemned Condemned to the gallows Condemned Crimson moonbeam lights my journey Crippled with time desperate strides into nothing Crimson moonbeam lights my journey Hear the waking Crippled with time desperate strides into nothing HOUSE ORGAN- [Day two] This frame... it does nothing to soothe Thoughts of worst-case seep through its fiber This frame... ignites every step Engulf the shadows it creates Smash Ignite Destroy the creeping eyes Hang the rope Destroy this weakened frame Two eyes lock onto my pulse Love comes crashing on my conscience Change my focus, lift my spirit... boy Change my focus, you are my spirit... boy The crimson moon shines down Hold your tongue, let me speak There's more to this than it may seem YELLOW EYES- [Night four] Yellow eyes are seen circling... a whirlwind arriving for the passing storm The hunt... the hunter inside A whirlwind arriving The wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance Where they live... where the quiet lay their drowning heads at night Flesh drapes on the smoking ground and then spills onto the teeth of the once protected Yellow eyes close in Yellow Our souls grip onto a wall Our minds slip past this old soul Yellow [Morning five] Smoke is seen in both directions My creation sits... my progress awaits Smoke is seen in both directions In rubble... their creation Somewhere in the distance... somewhere The softness of snow mutes my travels Somewhere in the distance... somewhere This landscape seems to change too often for comfort A blinking light hides as I stumble downward A stillness... it's too quiet The hum of electricity My crumbling bones seem to weld the new author A stillness... it's too quiet The hum of electricity... seems to buzz Cut an X in my palm... leave my mark A translation for whatever created this world for me I sit under the crimson moon Whatever created this world for me Yours or mine? They or this? Yellow eyes Tread light Collisions open us more Revise The simple task of our own We serve our own hell A cocoon leaking on our own conclusions We serve our hell well Cope with disguise Inner working dissect Common phase neglect I am tangible with no logic Change my focus, drown my spirits There's more to this than it may seem Blink fast into hollow ground... MILLIONS- [Before] Millions... watch them fly overhead Now please take me with you I've lost my perspective You left me alone Alone and trembling My chin jolting back and forth... sounds soar around The shield you once were... my life you would defend Sounds soar around In my world there is only us Bring me with you to soar This dreadful collapsing scent... you never strive for more Millions fly overhead Fog dancing slavery... like snakes circling Small angle jeopardy Millions GOLD DISTANCE- [Instrumental] BLOT- [Rehearsal] The blot in my eyes... Circular The blot in my eyes... Circulate All my pockets are full and my mind is lost Circulate The rear view keeps shifting as I stare at the sun The blot in my eyes... Circular The blot in my eyes... Circulate All together... back and forth as the wind cusps my inner mind The sun separates me Exposed... our greatest fear All is here to see Piece by piece you strip away Exploring the escape Endless lives whispering by... so fast Circulate This is the beginning of my life I hope you enjoy the show... it's for you, ya know? To watch you from across the room To hear you through the tangled lines... it completes me I've been waiting The blot in my eyes... Circulate [Voice of trespass:] Computer simulation complete Eject the suspect... Mold and shape to create memory Bring them back I say... Sights set on the uncommon agenda Well done Computer simulation complete Eject the suspect... Mold and shape I won't remember me I won't remember us I won't remember he I won't remember them Eyes covered by an electrical storm Voltage increasing, distance engaging... a mumbling timbre Silent to this awakening I'm sorry... a fucking tragedy A mumbling timbre Smash... ignite... destroy... The tunnel's twisting this body into glass A once hollow man... break through to the other side Exploring the escape Endless lives whispering by... so fast Circulate The blot in my eyes... Circular The blot in my eyes... Circulate AUTOMATA II: THE PROVERBIAL BELLOW- Let’s stay here forever I am I… what is this? I am I… what is this? A God-like floating sensation Hands cover me Jolting… erupting Sensory bliss I am I… what is this? I am I… what is this? The mark is spotted They have found me Electricity screams through the fingers below I am I… what is this? Move me to the ambulance of thought Tiny electric movements Please pick up the phone… it’s been ringing for years now I’m so alone here Sensory bliss I’m now elevated Yellow eyes stare below me You/him/us: multiple versions of my inner search The church of regret emits welcoming… please don’t shut us out The red glow creates shadows… mountains Shadows of our choosing Lights in their eyes start flickering… the proverbial bellow Let’s stay here forever Beautiful eruption… we’ve made our creation Sunshine beams on their faces… as they melt into one The slight hum of the grid Please pick up the phone… it’s been ringing for years now I’m so alone here Sensory bliss GLIDE- “May I have this dance?”…it nervously asks The two glide into the heavy crowd Awake this smile Familiar… The comfort of being We are everything Time is irrelevant while you’re in my arms… maker The grid is done and we all slowly collapse around each other Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory VOICE OF TRESPASS- Come a little closer now… let me tell you what you need: A snake-tongued devil by your side I will creep right through your mind and swim right through your veins… Let your blood flow over me I want to dine in your mind Trust me… we’ll take it from here Let’s all hold these dreams in our broken hands of filth Replace… begin… forget it all Shut it off… now… all of it I’ll make you understand that they are really here and gone I want to dine in your mind Collapse on you The inner rot We are the Voice of Trespass Voice of Trespass We hang you out to dry… Dollar signs in your eyes… Crooked steps by design… You’re going somewhere fast… It will never last… Disembowel your formal aim… I’ll start slithering… my pockets are getting big… the dollars are in my eyes The Voice of Trespass We hang you out to dry… Dollar signs in your eyes… Crooked steps by design… You’re going somewhere fast… It will never last… Disembowel your formal aim… Voice of Trespass The lizard tongue snaps at its prey Clinking glass of celebration… another puppet is lost in our world Jolted out of their reverie… Enclosed/ dispose/ disclose Break out… break free The lizard tongue snaps at it’s prey This is not perfection Find yourself… Wake up Please wake up We are hollow Condemned to the gallows THE GRID- Inhale… we take it all in Prying hands mold… inhale Prying hands hold We shape you… you’ll never know Distinct cries for help rain down on our vice The device inside Prying hands become old Rebirth Inhale… we take it all in Dying hands mold.. inhale Dying hands hold We break you… you’ll never know Distinct cries for help rain down Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory Step back and feel the sun Step back and touch the end We are in this together Millions circling… Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Guilt surrounds… we pushed for a perfect life We held you under and let you drown Slowly submerge… become your true self Rain down on our vice… the device inside Prying hands become old Rebirth Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory The moon slides past the shoreline Its crimson glow lives on Please don’t wait up for me I’ve finally locked the door… Please don’t wait up for me I can now move on… We are in this together
