
Panorama
Borknagar
Winter Thrice • 2016
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Lyrics
Inner landscapes provide the ground for structures.
Development plans, architectural design.
Nature in it's purest form.
Intuition feeds the progression.
Read me, decipher every word.
Then multiply the dormant issues.
Just tear me down, then build me up again.
Accentuate, proliferate, recreate.
Vines and trees, new species on cultivated grounds.
Planned sequences and astonishing leaps.
Everything grows, everything dies.
Everything grows, everything dies.
Everything regenerates.
Blueprints come in three letter systems.
Inside repeats the outside repeats the inside.
The distance between what we see and how we see it.
A perpetual cycle of adjustments.
Read me, decipher every word.
Then multiply the dormant issues.
Just tear me down, then build me up again.
Accentuate, proliferate, recreate.
Echoes of what was, resound in what is.
Between organic structures and inside them.
Development plans, architectural design.
Nature in it's purest form.
Intuition feeds the progression.
Read me, decipher every word.
Then multiply the dormant issues.
Just tear me down, then build me up again.
Accentuate, proliferate, recreate.
Vines and trees, new species on cultivated grounds.
Planned sequences and astonishing leaps.
Everything grows, everything dies.
Everything grows, everything dies.
Everything regenerates.
Blueprints come in three letter systems.
Inside repeats the outside repeats the inside.
The distance between what we see and how we see it.
A perpetual cycle of adjustments.
Read me, decipher every word.
Then multiply the dormant issues.
Just tear me down, then build me up again.
Accentuate, proliferate, recreate.
Echoes of what was, resound in what is.
Between organic structures and inside them.
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