Sound is a series of compression waves, moving through air or other materials,
directing the electrochemical organ through the Eustachian tube.

The waves clash, compiling to our subconscious

All the waves produced from a swirling chaos of molten iron,
slow their life on the surface.
We begin, among our boundary to perceive
only what we can begin to understand.

The Creators of the vibrations made us for entertainment
just as We create to entertain ourselves.
Changing the pulses
for a brief escape.

Sound is waveform in matter
;the energy processes of our minds.
Within the boundless cascades around us,
we find ourselves lost.

We've mastered our imprisonment.
Altering the waves into a false effective.

All believe the waves,
the foolish sense of comfort.
They help ease the pain,
but don't alter convenience.

Ignorance is essential.
I drink the false escape with a cloy thirst.

We return to where we are, where we were and where we've always been.