Rectilinear Motion - Greylotus.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Greylotus
[00:00.000] Falling actions:
[00:06.203] The gravity of my intention to restabilize
[00:11.606] Ascends mountains
[00:16.967] White knuckles grip to no avail:
[00:20.301] We succumb to repose
[00:21.644] Rectilinear motion is what carries us on
[00:35.061] Upward, downward, inward outward
[00:53.316] Clothes imbued with the fallen wood
[00:57.586] All too familiar, I looked up at the sky
[01:02.929] The burning maples haunt my gaze
[01:05.600] Cold sweat, sunburnt, in frame they remain
[01:11.371] The raven knew the path beyond:
[01:14.049] Ascension, replacement, deliberation
[01:35.873] Enlightened now from above the hemlock sеa
[01:48.201] Through the jar the shadow smiles
[01:49.348] See mе, know me, observe me
[01:52.095] The page still won't turn
[01:54.237] Mountains, fields, caves, starlit skies
[01:57.922] All you see is the tide
[02:02.023] Past victories were the engine of progression
[02:04.569] Now I feel that the ground beneath me
[02:06.738] Rendered a cartographer with an arid quill
[02:09.566] Forced to chart with obsidian swill
[02:11.686] The unwalked paths now drowned
[02:12.933] Borders saturate relinquishing free will
[02:19.641] Survival dripping, sunlight lost to brush
[02:24.943] Counter cognition cycles run
[02:28.755] Reverting, bound to identity
[02:33.453] Clothes imbued with the fallen wood
[02:37.514] All too familiar I looked down
[02:49.562] I looked down
[02:50.899] Anfractuous lines define the ground
[02:53.720] Motion is what carries us on
[02:58.275] The black ink cascading to the earth
[03:11.403] With veins coursing, the compass rose follows
[03:24.254] As Biot-Savart told: new norths defined
[03:48.992] An endless cycle awaits you
[04:00.537] Fearless reflection
[04:09.148] The gravity of my assumption of a prewritten destination
[04:20.262] Has revealed a universal constant:
[04:23.690] A progression rectilinear
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作曲 : Greylotus
Falling actions:
The gravity of my intention to restabilize
Ascends mountains
White knuckles grip to no avail:
We succumb to repose
Rectilinear motion is what carries us on
Upward, downward, inward outward
Clothes imbued with the fallen wood
All too familiar, I looked up at the sky
The burning maples haunt my gaze
Cold sweat, sunburnt, in frame they remain
The raven knew the path beyond:
Ascension, replacement, deliberation
Enlightened now from above the hemlock sеa
Through the jar the shadow smiles
See mе, know me, observe me
The page still won't turn
Mountains, fields, caves, starlit skies
All you see is the tide
Past victories were the engine of progression
Now I feel that the ground beneath me
Rendered a cartographer with an arid quill
Forced to chart with obsidian swill
The unwalked paths now drowned
Borders saturate relinquishing free will
Survival dripping, sunlight lost to brush
Counter cognition cycles run
Reverting, bound to identity
Clothes imbued with the fallen wood
All too familiar I looked down
I looked down
Anfractuous lines define the ground
Motion is what carries us on
The black ink cascading to the earth
With veins coursing, the compass rose follows
As Biot-Savart told: new norths defined
An endless cycle awaits you
Fearless reflection
The gravity of my assumption of a prewritten destination
Has revealed a universal constant:
A progression rectilinear