Someone asked for a recording of this, so I looked in the vault one last time and found a cut to fit this piece, my hearing is shot to shit now thanks to my dying ear, so I just drank some whiskey, smoked a pack of cigarettes and recorded a spoken word piece for the last recording of the last track. Kind of seems appropriate.
I’m dedicating this poem to all the fans and listeners of my work. It took 20 years to put this piece together it is both simple but complicated, it carries the depth of time and weight of circumstance due to its nature. Those of you that are familiar with my work will recognize its significance. Thank you.
Without you this poem would not exist.
A Regression through Avulsion
We choose either
Presence: into the here and the now
Absence: into the ether and the void
And we, lost in time
and space itself
We’re set silently on fire
As they drown in their lies
A Psychogenic Fugue
through Precognitive Dissonance