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Thirst for Separation

from Caravan by Mute Ocean

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Black light pours from the abysses
of the white planes.
Appropriate symbols of totemic power
are spreading through the fabric
of houses.

Sailing through the titles of morning slander.
In the search for meaning, bare speculations are born.
We are so good at controlling that split reality,
rolling it on fingertips.

Your Babylon
is nothing
compared to our thirst for
separation.

Verily,
language is a disease.
It spreads a web of excitement
Of (the) imperious crowd.

Verily,
language is a tyrant.
The apologist of putrid dogmas
through the static hum.

Semantic satiation.
The destruction of classes.
The loss of the implication.
The fall of all logical connections
General chaos.
General chaos.

Your Babylon
is nothing
compared to our thirst for
separation.

Verily,
language is a poison
artificially created
in laboratories.
The toxic mutagen
that is infiltrated
at all possible levels
of meaning.

Language is a weapon. Language is a weapon.
Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands!
Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands!

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from Caravan, released September 16, 2022

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