Conceptualized, written, created and produced by Astrid Ampersand in Naarm on Wurundjeri and Boonwurrung land. Mastered by Simo Soo.

Lyrics:

ABREALITY ~

underneath material things a prism proscenium of time's begin the alchemist's error encased in his dream of alien terror the cacophonous scream the fractal of fate extending forever in between now and all that is never nothing but void except for the light stars pierce the veil ecstatic in night

real unreal or unreal abreal

emergence unnerving synaptic paths meaning a catalyst shown through our art forms overflowing the static distorts electric existence chaotic remorse drawn from the earth like blood from a stone crushing the weight to powder from bone human becoming in paradise lost opening origin pandora's box

abreal

phasing forever the here and the now occupied land with questions of how but nothing erased ancestors still here like ghosts in our breath unbridled by fear

abreal

offered the fruit as sweet or as poison grown with the waters spiked with pollution cyclical story the snake and its tail cut off the head and metaphor fails

cyclical story the snake and its tail cut off the head and metaphor fails cyclical story the snake eats its tail cut off the head and metaphor fails

TRANSJECTIVITY ~

transjectivity no I, no you, just free to be

colonization localization of mind sold us systemic scheme of separation how can we define all that is into dead or alive this momentary ontology fooling us leaving us twisted in vines trying to unlearn the colonial lies sharpen my vision see through the disguise the arrow of time is a construct past present and future is constant since time immemorial Indigenous spirit alive determines the path until all are aligned sending us signs, read between lines older than heaven our bodies divine nothing by chance, leave your hatred behind

transjectivity no I, no you, just free to be

you're desperate to define tell us who we are mapping our interior from near and far but your colonial figments are imaginary cause our spirit is more than reactionary transcendant becoming beyond human erasing boundary between you and all that is ever and will be language is more than what you speak listen to what is around you ancestors singing their song through the birds and the cars and the city streets nothing that moves is out of their reach you close yourself off, getting tunnel vision open your eyes trust in their wisdom

transjectivity no I no you, just free to be

there's a change in the air you can feel it too synergies happening everywhere everything to gain nothing to lose change in the future we all share

dimensional boundaries hard like cast iron but Indigenous lore is the forge's fire energy limitless when your soul's calling empire's illusion is already falling in our blood ancestors always been awoken they're dreaming of more than what's been spoken chaos is order from the outside working to synchronize all that they find look beyond the frame of your own life because spirit beneath always survives

always survives

transjectivity no I, no you, just free to be

PSYCHODIVERGENCE ~

slicing of mind into neurotype turning kinship into categories self efficacy becoming symptom mapping the interior like horror story

agential cuts demarcating what is inside what is outside the walls become your frame uninvited guests control the lights

psychiatric observers turn ideologues amygdala pillars constraining capacity finding signifiers to draw breath back on wall tree trunk through window

dried rotting fruit in hot water colours folded into complex personal lexicon for spirit to speak back with

a psychodivergent unbecoming diffracting resonances neuronal dance divergent as in path not trodden psycho as in psychotic psyche

not concerned with what it is or is not the brain, the mind, the being veils coated in wax hardened into shield protecting the heart of living from its own creation

bending folding symmetries into forms known and unknown echoes of love and loss phenomena in the unfurling

seeking substance to unearth trying to feel it in our bones like who we are is marrow striving to heal every last hurt like who we are is wounds

sanity a cage for the soul ego a construction that fools us like a card trick but self is more than vessel more than vessel more than vessel

the spirit beneath the human an ecology of boundless resolving love guides our every single motion we can't do this alone

but we never have believe in our own veracity believe in the potential why do we try to convince ourselves of what we already know

questions on top of questions but no answers needed no more keys to find no more treasures to hide

just the kaleidoscopic dance of being the coalescing one and none fate intertwined galactic cluster of mind

all worlds connected here, everywhere, nowhere in all of time, in every moment the self is a pattern, a trajectory

the vector of collective determination our alienated dream of liberation incarnate from the river to the sea always was always will be

SCHIZONTOLOGY ~

psychotic schizophrenic static meta poet pulling putrescent skeletons out the closet solitary confinement, echoes pathologizing trauma trickles setting fire to nervous fiber

are they insane or is delusion something greater ancestors returning seeking vessel for creator schizontology, seeking schisms in the fabric walking on a knife edge but my fulcrum keeps me balanced

automanic magnetic bipolar beats of magic under abreal conditions, perfection never lacking dreaming love between us blade still pointed at opponents dueling metaphysics piercing hearts awake and open

from broiling earth immersed spirit rises through the mantle we emerge and we return while fascist killers shamble over and over true existence never granted a war inside our minds while the colonies expanded

taking notes projecting spreading out my inner self holding all of this inside is too much for my own health i remember to keep breathing even through the toxic smog addiction is a sickness pushed on us just like a god

looking for my center aching for a sense of calm my focus falls to pieces but i keep on writing songs unmasking my movement, sonic serendipity praying through the guidance hoping with humility

head playing tricks self is splitting like an atom if you saw the things i see your sanity could never fathom institutionalize what they cannot comprehend medicate away what could be balm with which to mend

the pain becomes consuming, it's a blessing and a curse that all the hurt was worth it for this strength from mother earth i thank her for her light shining through my focal prism refracting all potentials multiversal crystal vision

still looking for answers but without a higher question whatever choice i make i try to make it with precision my persistence is a vision ever glistening with a purpose hone this energy with which to make a corpus

material is solid but transcendent flows around it no need to unlock doors when the walls are made of plastic determination flame that which cannot be extinguished if existence is a prison we'll abolish just existing