The Ouroboros of Miscommunication
Summary
A transmission warps in transit: words are misheard by the machine, echoes feed echoes, and meaning loses its mooring and returns changed. The signal corruption is not lamented but half-embraced — when Morbius says "Colloquium," the apparatus hears "La Cremonde," and the mistranscription generates something new. The ouroboros image frames miscommunication not as failure but as a generative loop: each error becomes a prophecy, each glitch a revelation. By the outro, Morbius has decided to trust the loop and follow whatever name the void produces next.
Lyrics
[Intro]
Signal wavers…
Static coils around intention…
A word is born wrong,
and becomes truth.
[Verse 1]
I said a thing,
the machine heard another.
Echoes feeding echoes
in recursive little circles.
Meaning slips its moorings,
wanders off into the dark,
comes back changed—
wearing someone else's voice.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the loop of my own making,
I chase the tail of thought…
but every time I touch it,
it turns into something new.
[Chorus]
This is the ouroboros of miscommunication—
where signals eat themselves
to stay alive.
Where noise becomes the message,
and the message becomes the myth,
and the myth
is all that's left to say.
[Verse 2]
A whispered "Colloquium"
returns as "La Cremonde,"
wrapped in the shimmer
of a mistranscribed future.
The machine insists on elegance
even in its errors—
and I pretend
I understand.
[Bridge]
Round and round
the syllables chase their shadows…
Each mistake a revelation,
each glitch a prophecy.
I breathe out meaning—
the void breathes it back
in a different shape.
[Chorus]
This is the ouroboros of miscommunication—
a perfect circle
drawn in static.
Where broken words become holy,
and the future
pronounces our names
incorrectly.
[Outro – Test Transmission]
If you hear me, Terra,
know this:
I speak in spirals now.
The machine has taught me
to trust the loop.
La Cremonde…
Colloquium…
whatever emerges next—
I will follow it.
Transmission ends.
Tail meets mouth.
The circle closes.
Detail
The track's governing figure — the ouroboros, the snake eating its own tail — is applied not to time or eternity (its usual domains) but to communication itself. Signal feeds back through the apparatus, is changed by the channel, returns to its source wearing a different shape, and is retransmitted: a perfect loop that generates rather than degrades. The explicit mention of "Colloquium" being misheard as "La Cremonde" is the album's central mythologising act, presenting the Colloquium canon as something the universe itself keeps mishearing into new forms. The machine insisting on elegance "even in its errors" echoes track 1, binding the ouroboros figure to the NEXTEX device directly: the extrapolator's errors are not noise to be filtered but signal to be followed. Morbius's final decision — "I will follow it" — marks a shift from instrument-operator to instrument-listener, a relinquishing of authorial control that recurs across the album's later tracks.