I'm in a thicket
Having dropped bread crumbs
For whispers from the previous life
Won't succumb
This time I've prepare a bindle
To toss over my left shoulder
I defy the jokers, the fool has left school
Third times a charming rondalay
But 4 is my lucky day
Take it past haunted streams and thru Sylvan paths
Make it dawns break, dreams may cast their shadow
Wont to fast for crystalline connection
To the center seer and vanquish fear
How queer to suddenly have the long limbs
Of a nephilim and the eye sight
To catch a glimmer of the firmament
We are sent
In the attic
A crawl space to the stars
It's not far many seconds in front of u
But alas we fell behind and missed our transport
And it is so we are in eternal flow
And always adore
She's spinning round and round
Then comes the Colonels sound
Code words shes Alice in the looking glass
Deep south princess transforms to an upper British class
Every shard upon the shattered mirror
Like a card from the Crowley deck
Handlers deal a 5 card spread
Then the princess can twist on the right head
In the attic
A crawl space to the stars
It's not far many seconds in front of u
But alas we fell behind and missed our transport
And it is so we are in eternal flow
And always adore

This track establishes the new vantage point. We are no longer running on the ground; we are observing from above. The "Attic" serves as a double metaphor: it is the highest room in the house (the Empyrean), but it is also the mind, where the "files" of trauma and memory are stored. The lyrics reference "Alice in the looking glass" and "handlers," suggesting a decoding of MK-Ultra style programming. We realize we "missed our transport" (the Rapture/escape), but found something better: an "eternal flow" within.
The Sound:
A hypnagogic synth-pop track that shifts the perspective from the ground war to the "crawl space to the stars." It feels like lucid dreaming—dusty, nostalgic, but climbing upward.

℗ Produced,Arranged,Composed & Performed by Beau Phillips Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved