Cyclus - Borknagar

A flat planet in the centre of the universe

Who punctured us?

Who thrust the needle into our flesh?

Geocentrism came crawling back — licking the needle marks —

«Copernicus was never right», and our world turned as

Introvert as our minds

Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of

The microcosms

The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied with

Shining the facade

We brought this upon ourselves — the connection breach

We cut the rope, we shut the power down

The line does not reach out any more

Diagonal traded for horizontal — there is no up and down

Gathered, trapped, closed into a linear thought

Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of

The microcosms

The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied with

Shining the facade

Somehow we lost the ancient connection

All perspective eaten by newborn abilities

Entangled no more?

— Simplicity the order of absent

Relations

Complexity a distant relative or a strange rumour

Reflective surfaces mirroring skin, cores diminish slowly

And silently

Nourishment torn away, light dimmed to the unrecognizable

Show us your universe and we’ll give you our world — we do

Not recognize it anyway!