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Continual Activation Theory

by Theta International

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Parasomnia 04:26
I used to wake at night and wander room to room Physical dimensions seemed all wrong, my universe subsumed Hypnagogic hallucinations Parasomnia Somnambulism, night terrors Parasomnia High was far too high, felt like miles above Where a normal human child could conceive of Those weirdly amplified sounds about my home Senses heightened beyond my comfort, vision monochrome My dear nightmares, you cause me to write I fear the way you flow and juxtapose, Your involuntary flood of ghastly sights, Always giving me those haunting shows Do you really come from memory? You are far more cruel and frightening Narratives built from input sensory, Are you merely trite or enlight’ning? Can I compare you to a freaky larch? You are far more troublesome and odd Feared clouds dull the creaky flowers of March, And the nighttime is extrinsic fraud
The hour was late, light seen without Beneath the room’s door, tension throughout He was cross and burnt Peace was in drought I watched him pace. I cried “look out!” He gives his fists a shake And screams I've made a bad mistake The only other sound's the awful break of distant waves and birds, awake The room is familiar, dark and deep But he has promises to keep Tormented with nightmares, he never sleeps Revenge is a promise a man should keep He rises from his cursed bed, with thoughts of violence in his head A flash of rage and he sees red Without a pause I turned and fled
Emerald swarms are sliding Sons of Hydra gliding Ceaselessly dividing Upon the earth abiding You can’t stop them When you stomp them You just clone them Like a planarian Endless creeping serpents - nature off the rails Greenish seething nightmare - moving both night and day Hydra’s sliding army - billions void of worth Smothering creation - smashing, crushing all the earth They tell me they’re symbols of fertility But what I see is an exercise in futility Their inexorable, empty non-utility Surely snuffs out all their validity
A placid blue screen, a dire warning of horror Earnest female voice, yet choosing to ignore her The slim ibex moon offers no useful light The abandoned easement fading into endless night Something is there, unseen to the left Its presence keenly felt but still indirect Is it flesh or spirit? Matter or energy? Imagination or imminent jeopardy Eyes straining feebly in the murky dark Unable to discern the slightest landmark Violent, murderous events surely await Feelings of dread and alarm accumulate Seeming hours pass as we travel forward Never nearing a single peaceful border Unknowable horrors continue to menace This silent nightmare’s sinister premise Are its eyes upon us?
The Wolves 04:19
And then it was 2 in the morning Like a shot they came without warning A double phalanx on both sides forming The wind blew strong as the sky began storming Yeah, for us it was greatly alarming And yet there was no anger or harming Their gleaming golden eyes were searing and burning Our car sped forward and their lines were not turning The wolves the wolves Stewards of the night Know not fear The wolves the wolves Stewards of the night Shield us here / disappear Something unknown was slowly shewing Fear and terror were quickly accruing The wolves’ true purpose wasn’t pursuing They meant to protect us there was no misconstruing That fiendish presence it was nearing In the rearview mirror we could see it appearing Lacking a face yet was leering and sneering Our convoy stayed close and kept us from fearing
A perfect rounded glade, an idyllic forest Cloudless azure sky, the sun almost at zenith The five-story spire held a polished stone platform With twelve innocents facing false accusations Ignorant annoyance at perceived betrayal Uneasy laughter cannot hide their mounting fear Malfeasance, corruption, transgression, villainy Believing my own lies, my gross self-delusion The time arrived, I chose my target Stepping forward, I steeled myself One by one, I sent them to their fates They caused it, they earned it They bought it, they paid Convinced of the right course of action It was all them, I’d done nothing wrong Sources of pain, eliminated Tranquility, composure, solitude Isolation, loneliness, desolation Abandonment, desertion Emptiness, and pain You can’t blame others For your own misjudgements I’ve made mistakes But nothing quite like this


Steven Jerome - Bass
Shane Gillis - Guitar, Vocals, and Drum Programming
David McClelland - Lead Guitar

*Kevin Hufnagel - Lead Guitar on Sons of Hydra


released February 13, 2020

Music by Shane Gillis and Steven Jerome
Lyrics by Steven Jerome
Recorded by the band
Mastered by Tyson Platt
Cover by Shane Gillis


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