CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Slide Into the Void
You hear our words but you forget
Push your fingers through the surface to the wet
We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains
In the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word, repeat the word, repeat the word
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
You are home, you remind us, happy, hurt
At the edge of understanding, the border of the known
The breaking point of reason where logic is dethroned
Where sense is defenseless and festers on the bone
You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone
As you roam through the Oldest House
Home to all that you weren't told about
Trapped within a labyrinth, it goes without saying
That we're praying that they don't get out
Prison for the isn't, sitting hinged within a schism
Of half-reflected architecture, dark unending prisms
Part objective, part conjecture, partnered with tradition
Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written
When the black rock cracks and the firebreak ends
The Director is left as the line of defense
When trenches have fallen to forces unknown
Perhaps you should answer the phone
Push your fingers through the surface to the wet
We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains
In the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word, repeat the word, repeat the word
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
You are home, you remind us, happy, hurt
At the edge of understanding, the border of the known
The breaking point of reason where logic is dethroned
Where sense is defenseless and festers on the bone
You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone
As you roam through the Oldest House
Home to all that you weren't told about
Trapped within a labyrinth, it goes without saying
That we're praying that they don't get out
Prison for the isn't, sitting hinged within a schism
Of half-reflected architecture, dark unending prisms
Part objective, part conjecture, partnered with tradition
Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written
When the black rock cracks and the firebreak ends
The Director is left as the line of defense
When trenches have fallen to forces unknown
Perhaps you should answer the phone
