Swaying judgements passing through continuum
An endless stream of comfort ever flowing
Enshrouded by epiphanies of revision
While immersed in inertia
And consumed by fatigue
The days appear greyer each time around
Dullness engrossing
Hampering
Uninhabited chroma and lifeless shades pervasive
All-encompassing desaturation stretching across all periphery
I seek a colorful interval of light
A hue as my guiding beacon
But I am paralyzed through discoloration
Soothing monotony
Entrapped by familiarity
I want to be shrouded in celestial color
The liberating discomfort of growth
Cloaked in chromatism
Shrouded in celeste
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This album is just incredible, majestical. Is that even a word? A true masterpiece, and one that I dont play that often so that it doesn't get overplayed and soften the blow you get each time fromthis heavy slab. halfmartian