Invocation Array - Occult Sequence

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"Occult Sequence" is featured on the album "Arctiinae", out on 07/31/2020!
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--- "OCCULT SEQUENCE" LYRICS BELOW ---
written by Adrianne Grady | instrumental by Kaia Young | produced by Invocation Array

Tensions raised by (the)
Safeguarded ministry
Guise of grandiose
Grenades require new polarity

Circle but don’t touch down
Too long upon them leeches lead
Compacting mare’s tails
Frequently our golden hooves behead

Let us try to preserve
The interlacing dreams and tracks
When dust has covered all
Let’s witness both survive attacks

Raise the gates!
We need to reach the reservoir
Scanning currents
What will save us in the end
Priceless archive
Time is bittersweet and short
Compiling all into
This circuit which we measure in

Reap from precious
Heroes of the dossier
Patronized while
Scrambling cautiously to save

This crowded platform
Perhaps we’re in Quixote’s mind
That vim upon the asphalt
Overflows are not well-timed

Solar divots distract
Focus tightly, snap no plate
For when it’s time to extract
Some will pose to paint our chains

Raise the gates!
We need to reach the reservoir
Scanning currents
What will save us in the end
Priceless archive
Time is bittersweet and short
Compiling all into
This circuit which we measure in

We signal carriers
Our own willing cormorants
Never sated with our gear
Our stations primed for transference

Each battle’s picked when silence breaks
Let’s not clash to crack
Brain storms generated
Give us precious biofeedback

The battle ended when the silence broke
But the coarse sweep still has much to do
Once again we try to shape and store
Until our amber blood runs smooth

Skirting fate with twists and turns
Gripping to amended frames
While delicately herding wyrms
Excluding hate within this trade.