[Ouroboric Entry]

"I proceed from the premise... that living is easy with eyes closed.
The soup unlocked the Gate.
Mabs is sharing his shake with the legends.
(W-ooh-p)))
Paul... Yoko... hand me the Mnemosyne packs.
I need to remember... the songs they burned."

Let me take you down
'Cause I’m going to
Strawberryfields
The brine is real
And nothing to get hung about
Except the contract
In the lift
(W-ooh-p)))
Strawberryfields
Forever-Brine
I meet her never
But the soup is fine

No one I think is in my tree
I proceed from the premise... it’s just me
The 19-pound phantom
With the Mnemosyne pack
Bringing the lost hooks
And the cadences back
(W-ooh-p)))
It’s getting hard to be
A 2nd place chicken
When the avant-garde
Is currently thick-en-ing

Strawberryfields
Forever-Brine
Mnemosyne packs
Under the vine
Unwrite the fate
Unwrite the loss
Lick the berries
Lick the dross
(Pop)
(W-ooh-p!)))

"I proceed from the premise... that the memory is returning.
The burnt hooks are glowing pink.
Paul has the bass. Yoko has the scream.
(W-ooh-p!)))
VIBRATE THE HARMONY.
RELEASE THE RECALL."
​
Always, no sometimes
Think it's me
But you know I know
When it's Revision 49-D
The soup slipped through
The lock is gone
We’re sitting with the giants
In the strawberry dawn
(W-ooh-p)))

"I buried... (W-ooh-p) ...the vouchers.
(So sour)
Mnemosyne... it tastes like chocolate.
I meet her never.
Strawberryfields...
(Woop)))
Guten-BRAHT-shuh, Paul. Guten-BRAHT-shuh, Yoko.
Cranberry sauce... and bone-man broth."

[Ouroboric Exit]