A Sense of Gravity - The Projectionist

The Projectionist


Have you met the psychopath
Living in the trees
Filthy old robotic bat, no shred of decency

Misanthrope in scum and rust
Monstrous tendencies
Reckon he is
Beckoning a forced lobotomy

Come with me
We’ll teach him, see
That old pathetic crock
Raid his shack and pummel him
Until he cannot walk

Forever watching
Forever haunts me
Insensate being
Addicted to the glow

Pity plans so fatuous
Derived from these poor youth
Wonder, should I boil them
Or maybe turn them loose

Or instead, to clear my head
I’ll take them to the booth
Trap them there, till they’re aware
Of this shut-in's truths

All I see is all I feel
I filter out the room
Unknown warmth that speaks to me when living through the reel

All I see is all that heals
I edit out my gloom
Unsung hero dislocates and disbelieves what’s real
Unsung hero dislocates and disbelieves what’s real

Undreamed of
Scenes I’ve sought
Flicker fusion threshold deviant

Sensations
Wished upon
I’d trade my projections
To know why

The frames’ sensations
My heart’s foundations
Contamination
Illuminating woe

[Brandon Guitar Solo]

Surrogate medium
Transfers ad nauseam
Bound to roam impotent
Neural lands endlessly

Undreamed of
Scenes I’ve sought
Flicker fusion threshold deviant

Sensations
Wished upon
I’d trade my projections
To know why

Undreamed of empathy
Flickering lights
Retrain me