Mair

hang tight.

Jag ha massa grejer att lägga här men de e för tidigt änu men ja tänkte bara säga de så alla vet.

Nu får ni ist läsa detta.

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Everything is a novelty...
Everyone grows but me...
Close one eye, step to the side...
Everyone grows but...

Everyone's in fragments...
Close one eye, step to the side...
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Don't think. Don't speak. I will do this for you.
Every natural thought or feeling you've ever had will change tonight.
Don't think. Don't speak. I will do this for you.
Trust the pedestal, for now we become a higher being.

I am your new mind.
I am your new you.
I am your new sin.
I am your new lust.
I am for you now.

Control... and collapse... collide.
A letter plagued by a twisted word.
Slave. You will become mine, for there are no more options.
There will not be a sweet consolation... this is what is supposed to happen.
A predetermined destiny put in motion by my stronger power.

You are me.

- I sit on this dirty floor.
A weak mind for a cause.
A cause I do not know.
Don't know what to live for.
A compliment I've never heard.
A comfort I've never felt... it's here, even though it won't last for long.


- Sit down.
Stand up please.
Lay down... drink this please.
You'll be in peace soon.

A tribe within itself...
A vision I will display... to blind the caring.
I have regrets.
Too late...

I am a cult by definition. I am a friend by first impression.
My task: to recycle this earth.
To not repeat human history...
Start from scratch... rid every sound.
Deconstruct... deconstruct all.

I've bid every method into the hands of my employees.
(I am cult by definition. I am a scientist by default.)
I have saved you.
Now you will follow my journey... my destiny.
Tonight's your death. Resurrect my new you.

I am a cult by definition. I will end this human world.
This world is shit and I have proved this with my followers.
Fuck humanity, end life. You are now dead, and I soon will be.
Disease, injury, madness.
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Beyond the satellites:
Sweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world's history.
Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts.
The satellites have been trapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors.

Indeed we work from here. We have for centuries... hearing every breath... watching every disease.
(You must accept this truth)

Below the satellites:
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
They have been speaking for years.
Every night while you are asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all.
The outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls.
Their stories have been mocked... their ideas have been crushed... but after last night they control every idea we will think from here on out.

A government overthrown:
We have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this.

The night owl speaks overhead:
The apocalypse (at least our apocalypse) will happen sooner than we think if we don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all.
We call ourselves the "night owls".
We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat.
We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes.
While you sleep,we discuss. Discuss our future... your future.

Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build.
These are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...
Everything you know is false... your first instinct is now your last.
Like I've said before... we have been discussing and planning this for decades.
(Trust is essential)
We don't have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change.

Trust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government.

Before the satellites:
In simple times we must take control.
With simple skies we create... more sky.
A simple land we must change... for man... is god.
A simple life we must break... Move forward
How fast we grow...
We must move on.
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The Radios stopped tuning.
The static is forbidden.
The chords quit strumming...
But we found our new home.

It will rain down here.

The drums quit thumping.
These tones are forbidden.
The throat can't stop singing...
The scarecrow is watching.
It will rain down here.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.

Fear: the control tower,
The new sun comes by the hour.
Ghosts slowly disappear in the fog...
Silence: the suffering.
We've built back the age-old sound of song.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.
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It's been a long night... away from it all
The grabbing authority of my peers...
The rusty cage that never seems to open...
When can I escape? When can I swim to the moon?
I've heard this expression my entire life... never realized how peaceful a statement it is.
All alone on the worlds waters... here I am.
The sun's slowly drifting past the edge of the world... (can't blame our ancestors)
I'm the loneliest boat on this entire body of water.
Rest will give my awakening purpose... this is why I have come here in the first place.
A peace I have never felt... a life I did not want to live.
I will awake through sleep...
The drifting drifter... look into the picture...

(The Foreshadowing)
No more panic, no more regret.
No more hoping for a new mess.

Slide into the water
Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.

Swim to the moon.

I awake with a cool breeze blowing through my dirty hair.
Rested, stable... a first.
A caffeine junkie's longest wish: peace and quiet...
No wake-ups, no expectations...
A strange feeling... suddenly drifting...
This "as seen on T.V." anchor is just another lie I guess...
hoping for something not there.
Filling a void that I can't quite put my finger on.
This loneliness I always seek.
I'm in the middle of black water.
No sign of human life in any direction... the most peaceful event of my life seems to have typically turned into a struggle.
I'm in the middle of black water... no sign of human life.
Panic takes over my body.
I have indeed floated due to a non-reversible decision to flee.
Just for a day I told myself... my survival skills were lost years ago

Here I am: no food, no clean water, and this extremely embarrassing attempt at a "get away outfit".
This is an inevitable death.

Slide into the water
Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.
Swim to the moon.

Look into the picture... (worry leaves my body)
This is what I lived to be.
This very moment is the first time in my life that I've felt pure joy.

Slide into the water
Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.
Swim to the moon.

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Jag tycker den e fin och bra o M på så många vis!

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Holy shitfuck ja va inte alls me på att de skulle bli såhär tarvligt! Men okej!

There was a time when i didn't know a thing about you.
I called you bye a secret name nobody knew.
I hoped everyday that i would get to see you.
Then we spoke.
We loved it, We wanted it all.
I always used to drown in your deep wonderful eyes.
We where the best of the rest.

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All righty then. Picture this if you will..
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy. When just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocksand me yelping...
HOLY FUCKING SHIT


Then the X-Files being, looking like some kinda blue-green Jackie Chan With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa.
Did a slow-mo Matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, My gaping jaw, And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip.
And all I could think was; I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fucking pants.

So light in his way.
Like an apparition, He had me crying out:
Fuck me!
It's gotta be the Deadhead chemistry!
The blotter got right on top of me!
Got me seeing E motherfucking T!

And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it.
And a warning for those who do not.
Me, the chosen one.
They chose me!
And I didn't graduate from fucking high school!


You had better listen

Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means..
Must remember to write it down.
This is so real...
Like the time my friend floated away.
See my heart is pounding
Cause this shit never happens to me.

Can't breathe right now.

It was so real.
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
Also a bit terrifying.
I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why you all sound like Peanuts parents?
And will I ever be coming down?
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing.
Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now

You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I just said.
See the dead ain't tourin'.
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in.
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin..

High eye!

I believe you....

Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
And to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen...
And shit the bed again
Typical..

I whas strapped down to my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head.
Am I alive am I dead?
Sunkist and sudafed.
Gyroscopes and infrared won't help the brain-dead.
Can't remember what they said.
God damn shit the bed.
I can't remember what they said to me to make me out to be a hero.

Pleas help me!
Can't remember what he said

Don't know
I won't know.
God damn shit the bed.

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