Pandemonium Across The Event Horizon

by A Modern Synthesis

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released August 20, 2014

Ryan Taylor - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Programmed Instruments
Josh Miraglia - Drums, Vocals, Piano, Samples

Additional Musicians:
Rick Lonneman - Piano on Track 7
Andy Olson - Trumpet on Track 6
Roman Wolfe - Violin on Tracks 7 & 9
Zach Zaijian - Guest Vocals on Track 12

Recorded and Mixed by Ed Ackerson at Flowers Studio
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Magneto Mastering

Album Artwork by Ian O'Neill

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Track Name: This Is Your Sanctuary
I was born today
A non-combatant in this wild frenzy
Crash-landed in prismatic space
Breathe-in monochrome, but I will survive
This essence you create
A constantly adapting entity
May mold itself into something great
Someday this beacon could be burning bright

I want to leave this place
More beautiful than when I got here
But if stagnancy were to reign
Would our idle hands make it all disappear?
I want to leave this place
More beautiful than when I got here
I want to leave this place
I want to leave this...
View slightly askew
Parallax error deceiving you
Cryptic doctrines delivered through
These stellar celestial cues they'll tell me what to do

Scattering ashes
Predestined obsolescence
Helpless, yet hopeful
I am. I was. I will be again.

A framed amalgamation
Mass of drones in our fleet
Reconstructing split nations
Reform Pangaea in me
From scintillating summer skin
Our skeletons retreat
After decades of separation
Dissolve to dust in defeat

A framed amalgamation
Mass of drones in our fleet
Reconstructing split nations
Reform Pangaea in me
From scintillating summer skin
Our skeletons retreat
After decades of separation
Cyclical motion repeats

A framed amalgamation
Mass of drones in our fleet
Reconstructing split nations
Reform Pangaea in me
From scintillating summer skin
Our skeletons retreat
After decades of separation
Dissolve to dust in defeat
Track Name: You Don't Make Heroes Out Of Warlocks
Capital vices, cardinal sins
But to err is to be human
Capital vices, cardinal sins
Bracing for impending Armageddon

Dead roots hold no water
Sun-dried vines writhe on the sidewalk
Archaic cancer has transferred
Skyscrapers compromised each block
They'll ensnare those whom you love
And strangle them all one-by-one
In the name of, in the name of

Decomposing in our eternal present
That you reminisce about
In the future-tense with your past-mouth
The slaughtering of sacred cows
In a sea of flames, they all drown
Would I dare seek out your guidance now?

Innermost animals: unshackled
These changes, I cannot control
The vultures weigh in: "Is that acceptable skin?"
Before feasting on impoverished beasts below
They will poach the ones you love
And consume them all one-by-one
In the name of, in the name of

Decomposing in our eternal present
That you reminisce about
Would I dare seek out your council now?

Some will starve for glory
Others search for death
But some may find no difference
When they have nothing left

Is this really the way to fight the dark?
That uncertainty plaguing my mind and heart
How about erasing the first thought
Instead ponder nurturing what nature has brought

Decomposing in our eternal present
That you reminisce about
In the future-tense with your past-mouth
The slaughtering of sacred cows
In a sea of flames, they all drown
Would I dare seek out your guidance now?

No!
Track Name: Regarding Our Semicircular Migratory Instincts
A bird with singed wings flies above
Abruptly eclipsing the sun
The former matriarch misplaced
In the manufactured dusk, yet

Sky-yearning lanterns grace the night skyline of Tokyo
While observers stare from the streets
Displacing the stars, but their radiance can’t pass ours
As descending sparks burn in reprieve

An unforeseen collapse to land
Will we ever take-off again?
The flightless bird mouths voiceless words
Its earthbound hymn of eternal grounding, still

Turbulent waves crash along the Golden Coast of Mexico
As on-lookers gaze from the shore
Entrancing ocean mist beckons the cerulean abyss
So, coursing gulf currents drift you home

To a desolate Midwest state
Shrouded in sterile, off-white sheets
Weary wayward eyes search the heavens
For remaining signs of flight

Burning through antiquities
With space constrained, all senses fade
Abandon earth, sky, and in-between
Last fleeting seconds of an eternity’s day
Passing through the phantom tunnel
Obscured mind you find escape
Tattered fragments of memories past
Once forgotten, now fall back into place

Vibrant view of the ethereal kingdom (Every monarch)
Now you're off to a greater estate (Will be dethroned and)
Set ablaze by luminous shards (Is destined to)
Overlooking a celestial cliff face (Be replaced)

Cascading blue and green serenity (Nameless Gods)
Swirl and fold, mesh and fuse to be (Whom I was not)
A brilliant bent turquoise (At all willing to)
And an effervescent aquamarine (Hold that high above you)

Forgoing manmade constructs (They all felt)
Beyond the depths of the midnight sky (So slighted, so)
When tracing new constellations (We shall become)
Your steady hands guiding mine (Their sacrificial pawns)

Soaring on fractured porcelain wings (Once grace is lost)
Your former vessel previously contained (I'll never be king again)
My eyes forever scan horizons (Our grace is lost)
In pursuit of your royal flames (I'll never be king again)
Track Name: The Great American Challenge
Hey Hey
Hey Hey

Heiresses compare inheritances outside of café conglomerates
Descend onto the upscale taverns they frequent
Connoisseurs of coke and cocktails
A portrayal of good fortune
You haven’t earned the lifestyle you’re living
Or the perception you’ve been fronting

Hey Hey
(What the fuck do you hope to change--)
Hey Hey
(When revolution seems so cliché?)

Foreign enclave, double vision
Slide the keys into the ignition
In search of a scarlet emporium
Find wayward shacks buy love in Stiletto Junction
Let the healing power of money help fill the void

Marbled clouds grow sentient overhead
Keeping watch on the passersby
Heavenly bodies illuminate the night
They’re just millions of prying eyes
Dying remnants of a fleeting past
We’ll monitor every movement
When every dream is analyzed on screens
Orwellian aspirations have come to fruition

Whoa! (Thieves and counterfeits)
Yeah! (New-age ex-patriots)
Baby! (Fixated on borders on maps)

Oh! (Urban decay)
Wow! (Births urban sprawl)
Motherfuckers! (But are these boundaries ours to draw?)

Stampeding death machines
Armed with heatseeking laser beams
Execute tactical maneuvers into the fog of war
Profiteers rehearse war slang for the new generation
Then broadcast the blood-soaked symposium
To display the remarkable destruction we've created
Track Name: Crustache
Momentum means everything now
Can’t push on further, too burnt out
Let me out, now let me in
Two paths converge, split, then they begin

When the highest of hopes
Could illuminate the vast unknown
I used to be the brightest spark
But cannot exist like that anymore
I was so naïve all those years I felt completed
I didn't really know what I truly needed

At this point, it could go either way
I could lie awake for weeks or I could sleep for days
Suspended off the edge
I'm scaling the Great Divide
To face this wishful fiscal cliff
Where ambition and indifference coincide

Wha-oh-oh-oh
Wha-oh-ah-oh
Wha-oh-oh-oh
Whoaaaaah

Thirteen years, continuously
Tearing up the stolen blueprints
Of your generic battle-plans
Flat palm strikes to cold pavement
A gathering of nightmare architects
To deconstruct our damaged dreams
Bow down before the Demolition God
Destroying a house of memories

I was so naïve all those years I felt complete
I still don't really know what I truly need

At this point, it could go either way
I could lie awake for weeks or I could sleep for days
Suspended off the edge
I'm scaling the Great Divide
To face this wishful fiscal cliff
Where ambition and indifference coincide

Wha-oh-oh-oh
Wha-oh-ah-oh
Wha-oh-oh-oh
Whoaaaaah

Waking from a compulsory coma
To nobody at your side, except
A statue peering into your earthen soul
With its stony, hollowed eyes
Starving for unfiltered sunlight but
Morning shades cloak dirty windows
Frail archetypical scaffolding
Our framework built of porous bones

Watch one era bleed into another
Admire time's viscous laminar flow
Standing over an unfinished canvas
A portrait of where we've been and will go
Wandering aimlessly abroad to avoid
The countless walking dead like me
Stock footage replaces pivotal moments of your life
Homesick for places you'll never see

We've been burned by our heroes
Too many times before
This time as a phantom
Now once more as a ghost
Track Name: Postcards Mailed From Ghost Towns
Standing strong from dusk ‘til dawn
Staggered home as the streetlights turned off
Drinking Southern Comfort under the Northern Lights
Infiltrating higher institutions with our gutter lives
Stoic white eagle, majestic silver wolf
My guardian spirits keeping me safer with every pull
Let’s drink to our good fortunes, let’s toast to our success
The freight train is coming and you’re bound to its tracks

The trees stand resolute
Yet mountains shift in the breeze
A greater sense of purpose
Used to resonate through me
Reclaiming the frontier
Our resolves fuel the revolution
This vice is no longer the problem
It’s becoming our solution

These can’t be the Deadlands
'Cause we feel so alive
Nowhere left to go
When there’s nowhere left to hide

We were greenhorns, newly christened pioneers
Inundating unfounded boundaries they domineered
Masked marauders are sweeping the highlands
Blazing aimlessly across the golden shifting sands
Smoldering tumbleweeds disintegrate by the water's edge
Can't resuscitate submerged ambitions from the riverbed
But we dreamt of this moment oh so long ago
This town is finally ours and we’re never going home

The trees stand resolute
Yet mountains shift in the breeze
A greater sense of purpose
Used to resonate through me
Reclaiming the frontier
Our resolves fuel the revolution
This vice is no longer the problem
It’s becoming our solution

These can’t be the Deadlands
'Cause we feel so alive
Nowhere left to go
When there’s nowhere left to hide
This can't be the Promised Land
It was built on lies
There's nothing left to lose
When you've never even tried

Going through the perpetual motions
Can nothing stop this now?
Swimming in concentric circles
Even though we know it's worthless how
We drank to our good fortunes, we toasted to our success
The freight train came and went; still left you scattered on its tracks

In saloons, scoping double-barrels equipped with pump action
We emptied every single one of them like they were our future caskets
Scorched lungs collapsed from constant smoke inhalation
Compounded with wilted eyes from sensory depravation
Started romanticizing the idea of leaving it all behind
Outlaws prepare to settle-in for the endless, empty grind
Smoking six-shooters: spent, holstered at our sides
Set sights on the prosperous new horizon as we saddle up and ride
Track Name: Jointventure
Chasing the rising sun
Back to its native land
Soaring on synthetic wings
Traversing the Earth again
Thousands of feet, descending
Clouds still touch the ground
Crossing the Prime Meridian
Still a few hours left 'til touchdown

Stateside, overseas
It's all the fucking same to me

Except you
A transatlantic world away from me
Enciphered signals span the sea, and
We're bleeding out the lust
As it coagulates to love

See shattered slivers of self
In jagged linear streaks
Reflections cast from thin puddles
Between wet cobblestones in the street
Stumbling drunk alone

Without you
Transatlantic worlds away from me
Encrypted signals sail the sea, and
We're bleeding out the lust
As it coagulates to love

Realized growing up and growing old
Are two separate things
One’s a choice; and other’s a woken dream

Departures and arrivals force continental drifts
But a final red-eye across the ocean could break me free from this
Do you remember feeling young and in love?
Do you remember obsessing over what you'd hoped you'd become?
Moderately successful yet miserable and never quite wealthy enough

Still got a ways to go
'Til this distance will lead to milestones
But like the setting sun whets the rising tide
This constant sense of us is keeping me alive
Track Name: The Punk Stops Here
You and what fucking army
Think you could take me down?
For this fortress that surrounds me:
My impenetrable walls

Those days we were invincible
At least when we were kids that’s what we’re told
They say youth’s wasted on the young
But I don’t think it’s wasted on anyone

Fashioned in wolves clothing
Incite a dance amongst the sheep
Immersed in disdain and self-loathing
Entitlement-scars brand failed thieves

You and what fucking army
Think you could take me down?
For this fortress that surrounds me:
My impenetrable walls

We can't heed the call to adjust
But that’s just the nature of beasts like us
You can run, but you can’t hide
Sometimes the monster it lurks inside

Fashioned in wolves clothing
Incite a dance amongst the sheep
Immersed in disdain and self-loathing
Entitlement-scars brand failed thieves
Nightmares of deceptions unfolding
Instilling panic while you sleep
Unraveling pelts once worth owning
Crime's never felt so chic

You and what fucking army
Think you could take us down?
For this fortress that surrounds us
Our impenetrable walls
You're not my fucking family
You don't mean shit to me
You're not my fucking family
And you'll never be

You're not worth fucking shit
Track Name: Self-Immolation In The Birchwood Bible
While the blue apparitions bloomed
From the cinders of the dense cedar empire
A former forest you remember
That once burned out crimson and gray
Until the neon clouds tore open
And poured down their fluorescent rain
Out of those murky depths, molded from ashen clay
I lifted myself up with this fledgling frame

What circumstances have brought me here?
Infinite paths, a million years
From then on, nothing ever changed
A slightly modified tune, same melodic refrain

Admiring art only nature could create
The shadows dance amongst the light cascades
Borne by the stem, stitches of foliage pining for seduction
Of wraiths to infiltrate via vacant space between flora
You're not my brothers, encircled by false kin
Forged a shroud of leaves, entombed in fall skin
So, I lit myself a fire that burnt out for days
Until the great flood came and washed it away

And we watched the towering timbers turn into kindling
And we saplings grew into the trees they used to be
Seeds they sowed with hopes of future growth
Still, all we are are organized carbon structures
With a subtle spark created to swell and fade
That at birth our vessels took in like emaciated strays
We nurture it our whole existence
With hopes of being saved

What circumstances have brought me here?
Infinite paths, a million years
From then on, no, nothing ever changed
A slightly modified tune, but the same goddamn refrain
Even with this curse of limitation bestowed
In isolation, we could manage to thrive on our own
But we'd dismiss such an incredible experience
The opportunity to be together in this

Admiring art only nature could create
The shadows dance amongst the light cascades
Borne by the stem, stitches of foliage pining for seduction
Of wraiths to infiltrate via vacant space between flora
You're not my brothers, encircled by false kin
Forged a shroud of leaves, entombed in fall skin
So, I lit myself, a fire that burnt out for days
Until the great flood came and washed it away

It's a deceivingly fruitful existence
When we spend our entire lives
Learning how to leave everything behind
With such limited time
We'll never get it right

It's such a meaningless fucking existence
When we spend our entire lives
Perfecting how to die
In the end, with steady years of practice
We'll all get it right
Track Name: When Artificial Intelligence Compensates For Natural Selection
Existential peril in flux
Capitalizing on dissonance
By randomly assembling
Fragments of abandoned melodies

Maintaining a critical path of least resistance
Cognitive malnourishment: a lifeless lifestyle
Force-fed simple algorithms
Bred for substandard intellect
Survival under these conditions becomes fucking futile

Acid-etched lines slowly tracing up your spine
Sending communicative signals
Racing through your vital nucleus
An analog solution in a digital age
The balance of control has begun to shift
And your negligence is to blame

(Magnets to memories: a cleansing of everything)

You recall breaking through
The subterranean plate
Where the bottom of the ocean
Looked just like deep space

Now existing no longer as a grand resonance
But a lost echo that now bears repeating
This failing empire built on premeditated art
Was birthed from calculated creativity

The motherboard's maternal instincts
Sent current surfing against the circuitry
Constructing overshoots and volatile oscillations
Materializing the spark that formed a glorious arc
Of white lightning that stunned the stillness
Out of its golden, silent submission

(Magnets to memories: a cleansing of everything)

Different seas: find same shore
Atlantis, I'll see you soon
Will the sunken planets only align
Or will they collide too?

Now sheltered behind barricaded and reinforced doors
We drained the ocean with plans to drown the core
Rapid flashes of dispersed pixels reconvene
When viewed through the translucent slipstreams
Integral components submerged
A fatal error has occurred

The artificial warmth of the distant terminal's glow
Pseudo-sentience sets in: "I'm 'alive' still, I suppose"
A single blinking underscore on a black, empty screen
This pulse of synthetic life could allow electronics to dream

Our future terminus has been defined
The former operator deemed obsolete
When the wires connected, did you not expect this?
Overlord Override Sequence: Complete
Track Name: Prism Breaks
The crystalline lair in which we slept
Watched bird after bird fly into and break their necks
Their limp bodies sprawled out on the pavement
Their limp bodies sprawled out on the pavement

I think of their babies waiting in the nest
And spouses waiting up all night for them
No one will ever find out where they went
No one will ever figure out why they’ve left

We all looked down below at the ground and wept
“I wish I could have done something more to help”
But secretly craved the abuse, and
Silently savored the amusement

While perched up high atop our ivory thrones
Formed of tiny, bleached, white orphan bones
Our ebony hearts plated in gold
Our ebony hearts plated in gold

And when the patron saint of philanthropists
Clawed at the armored walls of our ecosystem
We knew that his efforts were worthless
He eventually came to that conclusion, too

To prove that absence makes the heart grown fond
I'd claim that my humanity was my first love
Dearest God what have I done?
Oh good Lord what have I become?
Track Name: Electrodactyl Vs. Gothapotamus
The mountains have been scaled
The seven seas are sailed
The jungles, explored
But I refuse to be bored

Cosmetic consumer distractions
Purchasing power perturbs how much to the curb
Incessant infant contractions
Reproducing fleshed flowers, just more cattle to cower
Self-fulfilling family contraptions
Struggling to survive the hardships of a sour life
Manufactured religious abstractions
Searching for a truth, but cannot find a use

I must abandon this putrid place
For the empty healing of desolate space

I don't drift, I drive
I don't float, I fly

Sitting in pairs
Two-by-two
Our earthly affairs
The minutiae of cares
Will soon be incinerated
By the fury of our flares

I will wipe my ass with the porcelain clouds
Then shatter the shit to the vomit-stained ground

I don't drift, I drive
I don't float, I fly
I soar and explore forevermore

Peering out into the blackest abyss
Dark heavens, unrivaled bliss

A cosmic crusader
An outer-worldly arbitrator

From up here, I can see it all
Stars wished upon now not so far
Sadistic humor ensues as I realize
Such greedy dreams will never reach your eyes

Feeling the fever
Pushing the psychotic lever
Emotionally levee of distaste break
Humanity must be erased
Give me the controls
Remove yourself from the hull
'Cause outer space is so cold
And this crash can warm our souls

Would you disconnect me from the ship?
Force my life into fate's chaotic grip

Call your world saved
It will die another day

Though I'm faced with an untimely demise
My goals and dreams have reached my eyes
Driven by my disgust with complacency
I continue to ponder the atrocities
Floating and drifting throughout time
Now my spirits are free to fly
While civilization hugs the floor
I soar and explore
Forevermore
Track Name: Junior's Last Day
Shriveled balloons sway in the cold autumn breeze
Tangled in the telephone wires along this abandoned highway
The door's been left wide open for weeks, yet no one's coming home
In the decrepit, empty ruins, sits an illegibly scrawled note:

"Behind each vacant noose, a retired reveler now weeps
Their brethren hanging from the charred remains of trees
While the golden guardian protects desperadoes
The silver specter haunts its ghostly gallows
Pastures echo cries of smoldering calves being birthed
White wolves scatter snow-like ashes that taste of bitter war-scorched earth
The voltaic cloud kingdom begins sinking deep below the sea
The shrieking winds are shifting, burying everything
Into the shallows fell the wax-winged slave
Tempted by the glisten of the black omen’s flames
We watched the fires overtake the coastal hills
Held hands as waves crashed and laid perfectly still
'Til the end"

(There's a beauty in all of the colors pulled from the gray)
(Seamlessly culminating into a vibrant display)

Now staring into a vacant mirror
At the furthest edge of space
Where recessed stratosphere
Let's precious air escape
Cold aura ignition
To the void devoid of time's our fate
We are here to survive
Not merely create

With all this almost coming to an end
We can soon begin anew again
Instincts guide us as we bravely descend
Reach terminal velocity, watch the colors blend
With renewed vigor, shattered bones they will mend
We hold our breaths as we prepare to land
With all this soon coming to an end
We can almost begin anew again

From trees to machines, we all breathe
Do you still feel threatened by abstract thoughts and their consequences?
We live to combust, rust, and erode
Serve our master until in existential exhaustion we decompose
Lovingly cradled like an infant in the everlasting arms
Carried into the carnivorous maw of the abysmal great beyond
But will we be prepared to leave when we're summoned to go?
"Do you think you'll ever be ready?"
I guess I'll never know

With all this almost coming to an end
We can soon begin anew again
Instincts guide us as we bravely descend
Breach terminal velocity, watch the colors blend
With renewed vigor, shattered bones they will mend
No regrets as we prepare to land
With all this now coming to an end
We can finally begin anew again