Melquiades (The Great Work) Songtext

Lost in something closest to true gnosis,
a sociopath's neurosis born from hours spent scorned
and transposing messages intentionally skewed and bent
that have encoded why humanity has gone the way of the post script'
.after the experience, a daunting afterthought lingers, a tenacious sailor's knot
tying up past and present moments
with the promise of a future
lying gagged and sedated on a polyester cot...
pay attention to the golden spiral that dictates a certain degree of mind rot,
or mind not anything that comes closest