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Catalyst​*​R

by Catalyst*R

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1.
Take the stage and find your light Say farewell to the other side The gate is open tonight Nothing’s real and no one dies A trick of light in bullet time Abroad and ready to bite When the lightning strikes Evolution will be televised Playing god with a loaded mind Welcome to the show Welcome to the show One door closes, another’s wide Taking turns on the carpet ride Gloves up ready to fight Call to arms in infrasound Running lies in a martyr’s crown A holographic delight When the lightning strikes Evolution will be televised Playing god with a loaded mind Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Where the wild things play Standing cold on the outside Always looking in The angels all blew away Lying in wait for the wave to fall With the damn about to break Sins of old stir awake Fallen stars all around Willows place the tears within my eyes Slow, the kraken wakes Fall into her arms When the lightning strikes Evolution will be televised Playing god with a loaded mind
2.
This vacuum’s feeling colder Give me a sign to help me navigate the way It’s just beyond our borders You’re so near and yet so very far away Signal’s getting weaker A memory, to hang on every word you say Our words succumb to gravity Don’t leave me in the dark Tell me what to do Our frequency’s unstable Show me you’re here so I’m not talking to myself This atmosphere is palpable Life support is just a childish game, we play Time is burning all reserves Narrow windows hide the periphery Seconds slowing, stretching out Falling down to earth The ocean meets us there The oxygen is bleeding out We’ll be orbiting on any given day Open the parachute to let me down When the stars go out, in our space We’re waiting to be saved The oxygen is bleeding out We’ll be orbiting on any given day Open the parachute to let me down When the stars go out, in our space We’re waiting to be saved
3.
Shed a light on who we are Picture clouds and distant stars We are done The air remains the same for everyone Lines in faces, gold plated scars Although broken, won’t fall apart Bleed within Listen to the voice in everything Tangled webs and works of art March in time with wounded hearts Dancing blame The paths they lead won’t ever be the same Painted secrets and single lives Damaged people, forgotten crimes All for love The burned still feel the fire when it’s gone Waters break below And I will always be there, I’ll be your ghost I’ll walk through your walls Trust is not a cloak you wear To keep you warm Names in sand meet angry tides What was lost we’ll never find Beat as one The world will not slow down for anyone Picture postcard, idyllic life Made up ties that rarely bind Voices thin The words don’t sound the same in every key Waters break below And I will always be there, I’ll be your ghost I’ll walk through your walls Trust is not a cloak you wear To keep you warm I push my face in the river Cry my name against the stream No more pain than I’ve been given Living someone else’s dream Waters break below And I will always be there, I’ll be your ghost I’ll walk through your walls Trust is not a cloak you wear To keep you warm Waters break below And I will always be there, I’ll be your ghost I’ll walk through your walls Trust is not a cloak you wear To keep you warm I push my face in the river Cry my name against the stream No more pain than I’ve been given Living someone else’s dream
4.
Breath deep with nerves intact Standing in line for a miracle Light up your torch Blow out the horns Watch the walls start falling Dig down and don’t lose track Rising back up to begin again Stand your ground Shoulders down When the hordes come crawling Fast forward, don’t look back Marching in time to a broken drum Step out of line Light up the sky When the bombs start dropping Shield wall and watch the flank Count the eye shine in no man’s land Hold up the crown Flags are down When the heads start rolling And it’s you against the world Only you can start the burn They will see We will sanctify the moment we break free When the wolves control the words Only we can write the verse We will be The players fighting on, the right side of victory. The last dying embers crack Awaiting the gale to ignite again Negate the rules The king of fools Against the last man standing The egregore attack Marking us out to be prey again We’re out of time Stay in the fight While the world’s dissolving How long before we break Baiting the trap with a thousand men A witch on fire No safety wire With the hammer falling Embrace the shadow black Making amends with the other self No room for fear No dying tear And it’s you against the world Only you can start the burn They will see We will sanctify the moment we break free When the wolves control the words Only we can write the verse We will be The players fighting on, the right side of victory. We are the catalyst We are the catalyst We are the catalyst We are the catalyst And it’s you against the world Only you can start the burn They will see We will sanctify the moment we break free When the wolves control the words Only we can write the verse We will be The players fighting on, the right side of victory. And it’s you against the world Only you can start the burn They will see We will sanctify the moment we break free When the wolves control the words Only we can write the verse We will be The players fighting on, the right side of victory.
5.
In the deep end Bouncing echoes off the wreckage laid to rest Siren calling, questions from the shelf A thousand eyes becoming you At the world’s end There be dragons trailing luminescent threads Predationary whispers in the dark Ancient rimes and solitude The days were simple then Rolling dice with the creatures of the calm Who knew when Our finger-painted ship Would run aground, a silent raising of alarm In the deep end Bouncing echoes off the wreckage laid to rest At the world’s end There be dragons trailing luminescent threads Treading water over bones Loosen up this sentence hung about my neck Plain to see, It’s never you but me The devil makes light work for wandering eyes Misdirection with the tide Who’s to blame, if this bird no longer flies Journey south On these broken wings The storm sets in Shot through with a bow Fathoms weep, our bodies drinking in the rain We fall asleep Currents hide beneath Mirrored faces all reflecting widow’s pain In the deep end Bouncing echoes off the wreckage laid to rest At the world’s end There be dragons trailing luminescent threads Treading water over bones Loosen up this sentence hung about my neck Plain to see, It’s never you but me The devil makes light work for wandering eyes Misdirection with the tide Who’s to blame, if this bird no longer flies Journey south On these broken wings The storm sets in At the world’s end There be dragons trailing luminescent threads Predationary whispers in the dark Ancient rimes and solitude Treading water over bones Loosen up this sentence hung about my neck Plain to see, It’s never you but me The devil makes light work of wandering eyes Misdirection with the tide Who’s to blame, if this bird no longer flies Journey south On these broken wings The storm sets in
6.
Immortal 07:50
Days forever long Pleading to stay outside Flat out, running home Trying to beat the streetlights Dinner’s getting cold Upstairs and close the door tight Turn the power on Needle on the A-side We’re lost in gatefolds And Roger Dean skies Vinyl halos Alive on 45 We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal The band plays on and on T-shirt on the clothesline A faded jester’s tear Eddie on the hillside The lamb is almost down Bonnie on the highway Frankie’s all in red A bath, because it’s Sunday We’re lost in gatefolds And Roger Dean skies Vinyl halos Alive on 45 We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal The birds have fed and flown And the years have had their toll Where did all the time go Although the denim’s worn And the nights are getting on The music lives forever young We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal We are We are immortal
7.
Goldst*R 15:10
Tonne-up on a Gold Star At least that’s what he’ll tell them A nineteen sixties film star His four-stroke piece of heaven Fuel tank rattling empty A farmhouse glow in the distance Counting corners through black trees His prayers carried on air Chrome Gold Star flying away into the night He dreams of waking but can’t open his eyes On hallowed wheels he rides Machine and man alive He pulls up into the courtyard To a welcome party for kings Red garland hung on his headlight A promise, he’ll swing by again One week later he comes back No person there to be found Leading out from the back porch A trail of blood on the ground Chrome Gold Star flying away into the night He dreams of waking but can’t open his eyes On hallowed wheels he rides Machine and man alive Chrome Gold Star flying away into the night He dreams of waking but can’t open his eyes On hallowed wheels he rides Machine and man alive. Dripping from the leaves The trail goes deeper Faces in the trees Pushing forwards Voices in the mist Darkness closing in Drawing him inside No way back again They will honour him Forest takes him in The way ahead divides A tyre picked out by the light Within the weeds and vines Gold Star trapped inside Wrapped around the bars A rider rooted to the tank Red petals all around His own face looking back A crown upon his head Branches growing from his eyes Screaming at the stars Machine and man entwined Tonne up on a Goldstar At least that’s what he remembers Standing in the courtyard Red garland held in his hands Tonne up on a Goldstar At least that’s what he remembers Standing in the courtyard Red garland held in his hands

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released February 20, 2024

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