SLIDE INTO THE VOID | Control Song feat. Cami-Cat

LYRICS: At the edge of understanding, the border of the known The breaking point of reason, where logic is dethroned Where sense is defenceless and festers on the bone You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone As you roam through the oldest house Home to all you weren't told about Trapped within a labyrinth it goes without Saying that we're praying that they don't get out Prison for the isn't sitting hinged within a schism Of half reflected architecture, dark unending prisms Part objective, part conjecture partnered with tradition Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written When the black rock cracks and the firebreak ends The Director is left as the line of defence When the trenches have fallen to forces unknown Perhaps you should answer the phone If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But if the world you knew Has cracked and fallen through Go to the projector Load another slide into the void There's the strangest correlation observation will present In the systems we can witness and the signals they have sent The forces yet unknowable that ripple through cement Inscrutable intrusions. Altered World Events. Where reality cracks and impacts on the next And dimensions fragment as the astral projects On benign, undefined archetypal objects Until Ordinary's torn up and normal defects In effect, what you're left with are OoPs Objects of power, a flying TV A light that can hijack your mind as you see A safe that's encased in a shield of debris These frequencies are frequently the key to what's perceived to be And vis-à-vis are feeding off the reaches of the mind But recently the sequence has repeated and repeated And it leaves me with the theory that they're trying to get inside You hear our words but you forget Push your fingers through the surface to the wet We wait in the stains. We build you 'til nothing remains. In the name of the sound of the name. (How do you say “insane”?) Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Egg cracks and the truth will emerge A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy You are home. You remind us. Happy. Hurt. If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But should your world collapse And fall right off the maps Go to the projector Load another slide into the voi The Director is the Bureau's one connection to the Board Obey the mighty Bakelite and file your reports Telephony in effigy must never be ignored So if you hear a ringing you had better pull the cord And explore the decor of the OceanView Where the doors only open for a chosen few Check your logic at the desk, you won't need it to progress A dream is just a test to be broken through Like the smoke entombed in the rooms of the ashtray Furniture fractals, the carpet cascades Lost in a labyrinth of lounge chairs and lampshades Wallpaper warps into infinite pathways There's no limit to the dangers of phenomenon we keep Or the chaos that would reign should the panopticon be breached This never ending edifice is perched upon the precipice Since we let in the resonance the future's under siege If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But if you see the seams Where motels meld with dreams Go to the projector Load another slide into the void I've analysed the data, I've catalogued the signs Run every simulation, every sample I can find I would give an explanation but we haven't got the time We're drowning in the waveforms and our minds are in the tide Of elegant malevolence sequestered in the resonance Nesting in the head of every denizen Tell me, is it heaven-sent? Is the devil even relevant? When questioning the presence of dimensional intelligence Thresholds unfold as a door that knocks In the ticking, in the ticking, in the ticking of the clocks We are holding the key we just don't see the locks Paradise and parasite in parallel, in paradox We stand on a mantle where matter divides To abstractive fractures that tangle and writhe Through cracks in reality trapped in a slide Such intangible sanctuary Hedron provides (You are a worm through time You've always been the new you The hole in your room is a hole in you The picture is you, holding the picture) Breaking the first the second, the third, the fourth wall Fifth wall, no floor, you fall Earworm humming in a dream Baby, baby, baby yeah. Just plastic. You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be. You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be. If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But should your towers fall Free your mind and heed the call Go to the projector Load another slide into the void

" I'd give an explanation but I haven't got the time" Gives an explanation

They owe you some money because this song sold me the game.

It's so obvious this was written by someone who has not only played the shit out of Control, but really thought very deeply about its themes and implications. The decision to use bits of the Hiss chant in the rap was a particularly canny one, as the chant was not only already pretty close to rhyming and pleasing to say (as Dylan himself points out), but already seemed to be referring to events in-universe.

Underappreciated line "Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written". You'd expect paperwork to be written and rituals to be worshipped. In one line, it perfectly encapsulates that "Nothing is what it should be here."

The Stupendium has two modes: Fancy boi Unhinged boi

As someone who has seen literally next to nothing about this game, the game and video both seem really fucking cool.

Why does "We are holding the key we just don't see the locks" hit so hard?

Can we appreciate Cami-cat' chorus? That was powerful.

And here is another prime example of Stupendium doing what Stupendium does best, that being making fantastic songs about fantastic games that are guaranteed to get stuck in my head for a long time. We asked experts to define this length of time and they replied with "Go away, we're busy watching the rest of his channel for uh... research purposes." I have yet to hear back from them.

Practically every third line of this song suddenly has a double meaning upon finishing the actual game. The lines about the Trenches falling, resonance, and Hedron all make sense in multiple ways.

I haven't played Control so I don't know if the line "You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone" references something in the game (knowing Stupendium, it almost certainly does!), but after a year of listening to this song, I just realized something: in the late 1800s, physicist Ludwig Boltzmann proposed a formula for entropy, S=klogW, that was so fundamental that it went on to be engraved on his tombstone in Vienna. That is to say, entropy is literally rendered in stone. Such perfection throughout the whole song that the little things shine like this!

Theory: Remedy Entertainment intentionally made Trench and Darling similar to the Stupendium for easier costumes

< This song/transmission is fire/satisfactory >

"I'd explain, but we haven't got the time!" "Do we have time for incomphresnible metaphors?" "YES WE DO!"

Control is basically the SCP Foundation set inside the House of Leaves and I love it It's hard to believe that this isn't an official production from the game's creators. This is a great song.

2:55 Fun Fact: "Bakelite" is a type of plastic used to create phones from 1931-1962. But it's also a way of communication between the Director & the Board. And since the iconic red phone on the director's desk is resembling that of said time period- Well, You get the gist. Stupendium's wordplay knows no bounds...

Man, your lyrics always blow me away. "Is the devil even relevant when questioning the presence of dimensional intelligence?" Brilliant as always.

"Paradise and parasite in parallel, in paradox" That is such a powerful line.

Is it just me or is there something oddly attractive in Stupendium as a barely sane scientist? Like i want this guy to explain Quantum entanglement to me in a room lit by a single candle.