Automata II
[Night six] Let's stay here forever I am I ... what is this? I am I ... what is this? A God-like floating sensation Hands cover me Jolting ... erupting Sensory bliss I am I ... what is this? I am I ... what is this? The mark is spotted They have found me Electricity screams through the fingers below I am I ... what is this? Move me to the ambulance of thought Tiny electric movements Please pick up the phone ... it's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss I'm now elevated Yellow eyes stare below me You/him/us: multiple versions of my inner search The church of regret emits welcoming ... please don't shut us out The red glow creates shadows ... mountains Shadows of our choosing Lights in their eyes start flickering ... the proverbial bellow Let's stay here forever Beautiful eruption ... we've made our creation Sunshine beams on their faces ... as they melt into one The slight hum of the grid Please pick up the phone ... it's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Dec 18, 2025
[Night four] "May I have this dance?" ... it nervously asks The two glide into the heavy crowd Awake this smile Familiar... The comfort of being We are everything Time is irrelevant while you're in my arms ... maker The grid is gone and we all slowly collapse around each other Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Dec 18, 2025
Come a little closer now ... let me tell you what you need A snake-tongued devil by your side I will creep right through your mind and swim right through your veins... Let your blood flow over me I want to dine in your mind Trust me ... we'll take it from here Let's all hold these dreams in our broken hands of filth Replace ... begin ... forget it all Shut it off ... now ... all of it I'll make you understand that they are really here and gone I want to dine in your mind Collapse on you The inner rot We are the Voice of Trespass Voice of Trespass We hang you out to dry... Dollar signs in your eyes... Crooked steps by design... You're going somewhere fast... It will never last... Disembowel your formal aim... I'll start slithering ... my pockets are getting big ... the dollars are in my eyes The Voice of Trespass We hang you out to dry... Dollar signs in your eyes... Crooked steps by design... You're going somewhere fast... It will never last... Disembowel your formal aim... The lizard tongue snaps at its prey Clinking glass of celebration ... another puppet is lost in our world Jolted out of reverie... Break out ... break free The lizard tongue snaps at its prey This is not perfection Find yourself... Wake up Please wake up We are hollow Condemned to the gallows
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Dec 18, 2025
[The Premiere] Inhale... we take it all in Prying hands mold ... inhale Prying hands hold We shape you ... you'll never know Distinct cries for help rain down on our vice The device inside Prying hands become old Rebirth Inhale ... we take it all in Dying hands mold ... inhale Dying hands hold We break you ... you'll never know Distinct cries for help rain down Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory Step back and feel the sun Step back and touch the end We are in this together Millions circling... Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Guilt surrounds ... we pushed for a perfect life We held you under and let you drown Slowly submerge ... become your true self Rain down on our vice ... the device inside Prying hands become old Rebirth Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory The moon slides past the shoreline Its crimson glow lives on Please don't wait up for me I've finally locked the door... Please don't wait up for me I can move on... We are in this together
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Dec 18, 2025