1. |
Forsaken Trees
02:59
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Under forsaken trees
Spheres of light drowned by the depths below
Under forsaken trees
The dreary night, shade of the wretched growth
Were the young die for decrepit old
Wisened by years on the edible
On the eve, mulling the embers of coal
Trying so desperate to never let go
The bark up this wrong tree, callus the soul beneath
Fit for the coldest breeze
Can't grok what these palms read
Uncle tom foolery, blood from tools of deceit
Die to fight another day, no drive to find my right of way
Can only save my face by hiding it away
Deny a fit of rage, deny the river's shame
To do the bid of angels of who i'm pit against
Depending on psalms that are long forgotten
My word is bond, but from the wrong concoction
Amalgamate truths, devils in the details
Salivating ooze on those bred to be frail
And i failed to break through this elephant's room
World of alphabet soup, and the broth is rotten
Slaves that deem failure and hail at the noose
In the dark feeling for truth were we wrought destruction
This hell that breaks loose...under forsaken trees
Under forsaken trees
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2. |
Hard To Say
03:11
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Miskept my ticket to paradise, pleasure island
Back to the snickers of parasites, weathered tilings
Getting stiff as the paralyzed, never smiling
Were unicorns and fairies thrive, is were my canary dies
Blurry eyes staring into weary skies
Black smog to kill us were we lie
Spiral stairways to climb, it’s very high
Because there’s nowhere to go, hear me cry
Trickles of toil, thriving on tickles of boils
Buildings rising on the ficklest soil
Were the shrivelled dead spoiled, dwelling with curses
Missile heads and oil filling our purses
Holding my handsomeness for ransom of my grown hair
Dancing with a Tantrum, Gloom, Dispair
Sanitation demanding death, till it combs us clear
Salutations of Animus, Oh my dear
Are we on our way?
From here it’s hard to say
Are we rising from our grave?
From here it’s hard to say
Sacrifice the most beautiful as lamb
Our pedestal the crucible of man
Are we on our way?
From here it’s hard to say
Rot of masters of hapless turf
Trot the pastures till the grass is dirt
Greed for plaster, reap the crop for cadavers
Seek rapture. don’t heed the god they’re after
Glory of warriors, jewellery for courtiers
Slaves to rock, grate you to dust that’s shapeless
The hurry of couriers, scurrying worriers
Make you faceless, fear to face death
Drink the seas; sink my teeth in the trees
Everything I feast, whether lepers, kings, or sheep
Severed heads with steal, hearts with disease
Shred apart belief, your wretched depart as deceased
Know malice beyond skull and bone palaces
Dark talisman, dulling to stone your calluses
Into the chalice you’ve bled Mark the herald’s death
My conceiving from Eden to sterile-ness
Are we on our way?
From here it’s hard to say
Are we rising from our grave?
From here it’s hard to say
Sacrifice the most beautiful as lamb
Our pedestal the crucible of man
Are we on our way?
From here it’s hard to say
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3. |
Good Die Young
02:54
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Trying to make the curtain call, confused on the stage
Pulled my bird from the hat, but it flew away
A newer day, new tricks looking like old staples
Fables to live and die beneath the creaky stables
Shaky hands that leak the ladle
Of an alphabet soup over the seats and table
Sprawled around, divination from the melting pot
Children's blood and tribulations of the relics lost
Stirring in civilizations where we seldom loved
The star dust glimmers, and we're bartering rocks
Best to be ready for blood letting, lest you starve
The smell from the cauter, redress the scars
Of those who've given you light, who's meat you've torn
Under heavenly skies that you feast upon
For each their own, and the longer one lives
Can only feel the better, the younger they left
They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
Their warm smile petrified for those left behind
They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
Their warm smile petrified for those left behind
Rights you bleed for, the proclamation red
2 steps ahead or they're chopping your legs
To be a trickster or cheat, covered in bells
Somebodies dinner to eat, lame hand of cards held
Trying to master the craft, but the master fits your outfit
Outcast misfits to the edge of rift
Till you got no ground to leverage with
Cast shadows that you'll never outlive, dwelling vestiges
Behind the looking glass, of the lavish and elite
Reading sermons like fashionable critiques
Wax lyrical to wane, dispassionate pleas
Collateral to recede, casted beneath the glass that they see
Strange trees to upholster the malice in the shade
Where the arteries squeeze beneath the callous face
Soldiers of foul slurs, the brigade
To await the clay of this old palace to decay
When you missed your ship, and all you can harbor's a grudge
Snow in the hair, coldness of years, a heart of frost
In the god that we trust, waiting as harvest of husks
Garbage atop the gardens, in our prophets we lost
Can age wise or bitter, sage or leper, snake or shepard
Live another day to snuff a brother we cross
Souls that left early from shoes too small
Given a mile with every inch to walk since they crawled
They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
They say the good die young
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4. |
Overgrowth
03:26
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Sleep beneath the flowers to awaken beneath them
Fragrance of evening, waiting for my dews to sip on
When the morning comes, brain stems weeds in this thieves' den
Sticking roots out for my brazen muse to trip on
My lake in the woods, for the maiden to fuse and sink in
Laden with confusion and reverence, truth and legends
Beasts that move with indifference rendering meats for their ends
Forest for the trees, trees for the stems
Whole mind running wild
Souls rind becoming vile
Barren fruit, poisoning the wells of those who dare
Ointments to make ill, best to just to go clear
Be the wretched death of any wide eyed knight
Sharp stalagmites for when they find their bright white light
Type write clammering like fangs from the shadow
Seap their teeth deep, trying to reign in this tableau
The old hermit mutters groans
As this old clutter grows, managerie of sombre poems crawl from the loam
Some he'd harvest for his own,
Chew on thoughts of the unknown draw a rift to form
Within darkness swarming this forest elusively
Find the hidden hand, drawing these hubris schemes so lucidly
A cell within cells
Fighting to survive for the sake of it forsaken prisons we've filled
Picking flowers from the grove
The pretty ones, the pretty ones, the pretty ones, pretty ones
Drifting hours as it grows
The prickly thorns, slither up my bones till I'm bled and gone
And I'm right here, skipping stones
And I'm right here, this dwindling pond
And I'm right here, till these depths are gone
Deep inside here
Lifes too short for the far-fetched and tall tales
Just trying to find the corpus before it falls still
Chalk up something other than a corpse sprawled on the hill I died
Qwell the storms I behold in my soul and heal inside
I know this small world larger than I see
But I'm still here bartering with fiends
Sowing seeds of doubt till I'm coffined in these trees
Trying to settle on the martyrdom I seek
Picking flowers from the grove
The pretty ones, the pretty ones, the pretty ones, pretty ones
Drifting hours as it grows
The prickly thorns, slither up my bones till I'm bled and gone
And I'm right here, skipping stones
And I'm right here, this dwindling pond
And I'm right here, till these depths are gone
Deep inside here
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5. |
The Word
03:18
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Walking on loam that blankets the deepest
Fabrics and threads of flesh of elders and leaders
Of children and seekers, on the growth of our teacher
The seamstress of which growth never ceases
Observing the plants and life of the creatures
Developed vocabulary to decipher the features
Landmarks for believers, lullabies for when nights are sleepless
Opened our arms to the ones you'd bear to fight and bleed us
You ate the flesh from your god's child, what's his name?
Lashing of skin till our last words leave us
Then through papers and waivers, you revelled and waged war
Signing deals with, what's his name? You craved more
The pen waved as the sword, paved your original word
Over the earth, details subliminal to absurd
Took your seeds and polluted the dirt
Made us sow them with tools that didn't work
Carved up the earth, and we prospered despite this
So you starved us to spite us, took hostage our lifeblood
Weakened our elders and leaders, children and seekers
You tortured and deprived love
Pruning the forests, till the only words left were yours
Hard to articulate it, god stricken with hatred
Barred the path I’d walk to the sacred
Suffocated, loss of ways to talk and pay debts
Lost language i talked, your bread too rotten to break with
Convincing yourself with your heaven on earth
When it gets contrarian, the weapons emerge
Had much to share, but you had to be listening first
Missed the 1st impressions when you stepped on this dirt
Now I’ve less to share, so you're impression gets worse
Words escaping me, the only ones I’m left with are yours
Tried containing the lies you deceived with as truth
To bury us, but lied the deepest of roots
While we were few as receding recluse
But as the weeds to the trees to the woods
you planted the tree and the apple fall
words ain't enough to absolve
you planted the tree and the apple fall
words ain't enough to absolve
Ancestors left to be lost and devoured by fog
on the dew, it soon rests on the flowers as gloss
to seep, carried in soul
hope from under your edifice, berries from soil
words ain't enough to absolve
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6. |
Silver
02:47
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Silver coat, and a thick sheen
Pillow molded with blessed dreams
Silhouette of a prince's regime
Silver bowls to feast, thoroughly rinsed and cleaned
Good boy gets what he please
Food soaked and drenched with proteins to sink his teeth
Heaven but not death for this dog's shed
Living backwards god, pure, no crossbred
Walking well-to-do prospects
Dog treats no object, snoozing under awnings
The grass is green, only in water his paws wet
Only pain when the rope tugs his neck
Looking up at Duke's face, with his crooked wince
Another bird flew away, something pray tell that he couldn't mince
Sharp jaws for dull days
Large facade and a collar to break
A collar to break, saw another dove, and he couldn't hold
Broke free from the grip of his dukes, broke in a bolt
Horns and squeals, screams and bliss
Wings spread, bird flew away in the wind's breath
His tongue dropped, felt his little dream amiss,
His dukes! couldn't hear his winded breath
Craned his neck, turned to the wreckage that burned
Duke mangled under a bent tesla deformed
A little whimper left his long snout
Duke crimped over, fat lady screaming a song loud
Silver stared blankly at his cracked frame
Felt a grubby hand trying to snatch his mane
Wrong animal, snarled his mandibles
A loop on a pole, hardly understandable
Silver feeling they had it out for me
Didn't have nobody left to vouch for me
Dodging and weaving through frantic streets
Teardrops lathered his cheeks
Avoiding hands trying to snatch at his fleece
Silver, glimmering through as fast as can be
A star falling down the hill
Found himself lost, with hunger he's filled
Used to chase a ball, couldn't hunt a squirrel
Gray fur like tree's gnarl, claws long and ill
To the bottom, to the bottom
Beast roaming the streets, hope long above him
Scruff going scruffy, soggy knots on his dark fleece
Legs wobbly, looking for garbage to eat
Used to rub him softly, now they stomp their feet
A stern "geeeEET!", and he'd softly recede
Little puppy all alone, times are fickle now
Try to find a little cover for when it drizzles down
Heard a whistle and Gray's eyes narrowed
Saw what looked like a broken scarecrow
Scraggly beard, waving a morsel
Poor folk, fading, hardly corporeal
Shared what he had, Gray sat at his feet
Eye's fade, pitter-pattering over the canopy
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7. |
Let's _,_,_,_
03:11
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Sound of your voice got me like Pavlov dogs
Looking from the bedrock up
Ring of the doorbell, you let me in
Let it begin, give ya kiss and hug, catchin' up
Got a couple days' shifts to split with you
Ain't got much, lets get the most of it, lift the mood
Ain't a better time to smell your flowers, dry spell to showers
Or at least fill you with this fellows endowments
I know You been around the block
At least a couple times this day, and I ain't about to walk
Ain't worried about the warts in this spur of the moment
Pearls in the open, to swirl in the currents
Soaking, baby your dirty but so clean
Smoking, jumbling that fire, earth and wind
Love for purchasing, baby you pull it off
John got that dough and heart full of love
Time is money and flies by
Somethings it can't buy
But it ain't denied by your
These streets are cold and barren
Of things for the soul to cherish
In the midst, you got that
It's a dog eat dog world, full of cat houses
Some get nuts like the squirrel, some cash cow's big
Stuck in the cogs spinning in this lost invention
That we're stuck living, burning at the cross what isn't
Slop in the pig pen, snuffing out whats forgotten and missing
Dulling of pigments until what's love is inklings
Than you asked me what the fuck I'm doing here?
Ain't much for coarting this illusion i'm here
Why wear the p ants? getting in your lace
My thinking straight sifting through your limber embrace
Getting my fill in this world full of empty and grey
No worries of pickets and fleece, just sweat in the sheets
After a happy ending, we break, flirt with rapport
Backwards world, walk me to the door in reverse
It's been good doing business and our stories diverge
Then the fast life hurries, blurs and buries our hurt
Time is money and flies by
Somethings it can't buy
But it ain't denied by your
These streets are cold and barren
Of things for the soul to cherish
In the midst, you got that
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8. |
Shores
04:02
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Staring at the ceiling, mind spinning as the fan hums
Walls chuckling, her man screaming in a tantrum
Grown little man, throw fists and furniture
Curling on the floor outside her door cold in the corridor
Begs the question of what he had to offer
Young lady just ripe enough to pluck up
Once awe struck, by his real(ly/i)mmature manners
Felt special when he swept her up and dropped her off
At her highschool curbside, jealousy of her glamour
At least what she imagined as they visibly stammered
Went from coffee shops, to parking lots
Snuck in clubs, still nothing rocked the spot
Quite like his seasoned silver tongue
Felt highs better then weed when it'd fill her lungs
Then came harder pills to swallow
Morning afters, started to feel altered
But she just wanted to live a little
Alice down the rabbit hole, everything a bit a riddle
Dime piece living on a dime turning quick to nickel
Sold a burning bridge fickle, but she felt a bit special
Drips to drizzles decomposed her sugar
Jealousy creeping, snickers from onlookers
This was her last fight, took her shit and walked
Left the little crevice, nevertheless lost
In the seething darkness of the sea
These turbulent waters they run deep
Washing in washing out
And so on...
Rummaged her purse for what little she had
Sitting on the sea wall reveling in her past
If her ticket home expired, if she was doomed to liars
The looming tired, thoughts of death a festering virus
Crooning her through her flightless flight
Tried to deny who she let inside her thighs
Feeling lifeless inside, a little girl's kite in the sky
Getting drowned by the rising tide
Watching fishes grow wings to purch on the buildings
Dreams with sharp teeth, curse by this worthless feeling
That the gold sinks deep and hubris retrieves it
What's hollow floats, moves through the seas crests
Creatures come and go, as truth, clues, and secrets
Watching the water flow, stirring the goodness and bleakness
Felt like she was type to jump, just how low?
Fall into the mouth of sea, devoured whole
Cleanse with salt all the sour notes
Who rejected and doubted, disrespected and ousted
Locked in a prison she was never let out of
Maybe she was living as that treasure in drowned depths
Become one with the sea, then in her lungs she could breathe
From beneath she could wander from the sea
To the little girl on the beach and give a hug
Tell her to believe that she'll see just never give up
In the seething darkness of the sea
These turbulent waters they run deep
Washing in washing out
And so on...
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9. |
The Mountain ft. Gminor
03:14
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(Anjovi)
Bosses looking down on me, got dirt on me that's 6 feet
This game i got the dowry, but it's worth shit, debt or a fee
Moving along lest these worms eat through my elegy
Get my words to the beat, check out my melody
Wasn't paid at all, the money crummy, the bread gone
Only tried to get the honey to get stung
Stone soup to crackheads, wanton violence vying
To get their piece to get their piece to get their piece...
Got the herbs, birds and the bees to curb the misery
Peddling rocks endlessly, dreams versus entropy
On each precipice worn, sipping respits of storms
Looking over the edge of what's gone, what never belonged
Harm the onus, but we all fellow travelers on this tattered road
Trying to find how to ask where to go
We still here, using ruses as muses for life
We all stupid but we all do what we do to get by
2x
This mountain, This road is so high
Just trying to make like the goat and stay alive
Give a dap to a brother, a dap to a sister
Give em a smile we both arise
Can cast stones or step on em
We all getting it in, can trust weapons or friends
Can live in this dream, as despots or kings
In the earth of this mountain, we're together at end
Can cast stones or step on em
We all getting it in, can trust weapons or friends
Can live in this dream, as despots or Queens
In the earth of this mountain, we're together at end
(Gminor)
Come see the sights astonishing, check it
These heights seem promising,
Beckoning, climb from the bottomless
Crevasse of a ponzi scheme
How many feet have romped
These jagged points to beat a path
To flee the choices past
Hoisting baggage up chasms
Braving dangers wave at passersby
Brigands and ravens,
Wiccans and pagans, transients and vagrants
Laughter can pacify anguish
We seek a haven
Translate sadness to happy times
Jaded by crimes and anger
Catch the eyes of a stranger
Cries of pleasure and pain fly
Aim for places no map defines
Braggarts lie to self-gratify while
The humble hide their mastery
Up high the peaks await the passionate
No cap, the time is lapsing
Castles fold, collapse below the plateau
Death'll grasp at any class, caste or social strata
So, what really matters?
Thats the question to ask your soul
Try, to let it be but not to let it slide, behold,
You're not the only pilgrim trekkin up the mountainside
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10. |
Stars
03:16
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Can only see so far but the stars Brilliant
Took my hits in the head, this world's spinning
This clay resilient, even if I'm the cracked pigeon
And I'm beaten by this off path I walk and keel to your dream
I know those minor amendments built on a grander scheme
Stopped trying to resurrect a land where ancestors be
Remember they caress my being, bless of breeze
Bend the trees, but also deliver seeds where they eventually
Rest in peace, lost brothers only so far above us
Lost sisters stirring up this broth of stardust
No proof but the puddings still sweet
Some things you just need to feel to believe
Not trying to wine and dine my way into a wheel and deal
Just trying to eat these fruit, peal what's ill
Cherish every look at a star, where the canopy missed
Even if fantasy, when I starved, it handed me bliss
Living under stardust, sipping on the sediment
Mind wander lust when I bring my lips to drink
See my spine in these planets that revolve
Even when I'm trying and can't understand at all..
Even when these patterns are just lies
Even if I can't see Saturn in the sky
Even if these naked eyes are hiding all in plain sight
It helps me stay alive
Bodies churned, kids pulled from homes to decompose
Amongst the ghosts, sullied to bone, reap their souls
Buried below beneath the soil of cold asylums
Settlers that brought new frontiers of violence
Children and words, they minced them alike
Tilling a curse that lived in our minds
Put us below, to look above at your glorious star
You laid siege, forced souls from broken kids starved
Purgatory, this dark, eye's weary with scars
Left as shadows, fearful to carry curious sparks
Taught us to rape, to hate, to bury our hearts
Poisoned our spirits to carry it home where we were loved
Those too malnourished to go, where left alone
Tangled bodies to be forgotten, crept from the loam
To shine on what you denied, under your perish as the carcass
Your gods bless,your merit from our rot flesh
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11. |
Windows
02:58
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First time we crossed, almost had to be standoff-ish
Just to hold a composure, infatuated
By demand to be navigating these lands of harshness
Style so sweet, kinda like a sandy mirage gives
Broke the ice from the hot and cold we subdued
You holding me, me holding you, to grow something anew
Knew you were special, couldn't throw caution to the wind
Kept it level, i was below, something hollow and grim
You chuckled and grinned, felt a comfort within
Light beam shine beneath the hardening skin
Of a spoiled earth, finding spoils unearthed
Crack a hard shell taste a kernel of worth
Fertile and absurd, a sight for sore eyes
Make life from chloride, a salt of the earth from salted dirt
Exalted and emerged, we shacked up
Built a window from within a crack in the rock (that's WhatsUp)
Looking in your two eyes
Looking like windows into the soul
Looking in my two eyes
Looking like windows into my soul
From the walls emerge the light
Let it in
From the dark into windows,
Into windows, to windows
You were unpacking your things, had a passion for ink
Paint brushes lathering canvases with dreams
Hanging up paintings in my bachelor suite
Wasn't sweet, but sweety you saw menageries of scenes
New dimensions that you casually retrieved
From grey walls to masterpieces to see
Pacing up and down the room, broadening my small world
Windows into the ethereal
Spirits and souls appearing as blots and swirls
Kind of light to make pedals from bulbs
Make pitiful into pretty and full
Pointing out the fairies that glow, wasn't leery at all
Could show my hand, face, and colors
Sharing memories old and new, all of our quirks
Could make Cloud 9 out of Section 8
You brush the paint, I put pen to the page
Looking in your two eyes
Looking like windows into the soul
Looking in my two eyes
Looking like windows into my soul
From the walls emerge the light
Let it in
From the dark into windows,
Into windows, to windows
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12. |
Angels ft. ili
02:44
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As these strange buildings crumbling
You're angel wings fluttering, wisps of whistling winds
Through the cracks of shells and dwellings, we settled within
Walls thinning, whispering everything ends
Time in the flash of the speed of light
Our clockwork toys sputtering to a stop, ceasing of life
Season end or spice to contrast your beaming eyes
Gleaming bright, seep the strife of demons inside
And we're here, in this modest aboad
As darkness crosses the largest of moats
Didn't need a fortress, we got what we could
Hardship's roads paved as soft as wool
When we shared a smile, baby though the end is nigh
In my mind's eye, you've mended the skies
As the weather sifts the remnants we lived in
Days penciled in, we've written our wrinkles of grins
And we're still here...
That'll be the day
The day that angels fly away
The day that angels fly away
You were the first to be lifted away
A gift and curse, but I could never complain
Just sit here grinning at the infinite plane
Light of my life brighter than a star could ever feign
Like young and dumb luck, you were revealed in the dark
Unlocked the seal on my heart, feel what was love
Beyond what the Djinn could ever dream
And you're soul moved on to bigger and better things
And I know what I know, don't question it like where forever end?
Which memories withered away my decrepit brain
Spring chicken even when I'm not hip to the game
Just remember your face and winter refrains
Within these walls of the recluse, in solitude
The joy of your life's impression remains
As it rains and these old bricks and wood are calling to you
Awaiting my day, you lessened the pain
We're still here...
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13. |
Without W.A.R ft. ili
03:50
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Too hot or high to touch, but bright enough for guidance along
This violent song, inside of this globe, life from the sun
The fight is strong, lightning rods, the eye of the storm
The fire that hones and lights the forge for iron swords
Heavenly gifts for devilish toys
This earth we settled, the metal of ploys
Buried holy grail within the crust of deep old realms
Crawling legs of bugs on top of the sweet mole hill
Riding of coattails of old garbs lost in the dirt
Angels fall and rockets emerge
Stirring in this centrifuge, this worlds flux
Casting pearls were they clutched, referrals to the lost
Looking from our boroughs to above
Branches reach for the stars with curious odds
Staring in the dark from our terrarium of gods
We come and go, dumbfounded by the mystery of love
Without wings and radar
We try to make that fade stop
Illuminate dark
Guide my soul
Trying to find were to go
Without wings and radar
We try to make that fade stop
Illuminate dark
My light behold
Letting fear let go
Fettered wings and severed navigation
Everything that's left tethered by imagination
My fabrications getting pricked by that eye's needle
Knocking heaven's door sitting outside the peephole
Life fleeting like the flight of sea gulls
One's trash, another's treasure, in some eyes I see gold
In some I see all, but can't put it to thoughts
Lived sober as the crookedest judge
Astral traveled and got cooked by the stars
Slunk back in body, mulling, how could I evolve?
In the woods in the cold, who could I involve?
Crawled in a nook and starved, no food in my thought
Had to look in the dark, until my body was phantom
From fear to embrace of the guardian of sanctum
Unraveling in it's jaws, shit out a newer form
In clues reborn, these holograms the plant's rungs
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14. |
Sunset
02:36
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You knew there'd be sunset, soon as the sun rised
Shedding the carapace,
More and more aware of the edge
So and so's that I reaped, tears that I've wept
This corridor that I rest, moving towards the glare at the end
Cherishing breathes becoming oh so harder
Thick skin, wrinkled thin, losing my coat of armor
Wither that outgrown, the ambrosia I would've swallowed
As that cloud didn't remain a cloud
It dropped and followed the veins in the ground, the frame that we're bound
Swimming towards the ocean, our waves to its mouth
At times fed up, but fed for my life
Lessons disguised, being the fish that fried, ebbs and the rise
All paths lead to it, even emperors die
Just go with the flow's magnificence
You know what you know and it's different
Open the door feel the breath of the wind
Even what's severed's connected by things
If we have to let it end, let it in, and let it begin
Let it end...let it begin..
The chrysalis of the butterflies, withers with the lullaby
The body lies, awaiting under the melancholy skies
Teardrops from the eyes watered what was dried
Giving flowers through love forcefully undisguised
Trying to see their soul through closed eyes
Their laugh through closed lips, so far but so close by
Under the dirt grows the high and revered oak
The roots that burrow deep and seek light from the fair stars
We wonder where we go, but don't know where we are
Learned tools of the trade, to lose them with age
A lucrative wage, equal dues and debts to be paid
A suit that was weaved, grew from the hedge of the maze
When I'm left to wait, too frail to write a last song
Crests of waves, towards the light, to pass on
Horizons wide, the dispersing of sides
Hoisting sails with these curtains of life
The pull of tide, softly float to the vast beyond
Another dawn to the depths of this sea,
Our sun
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15. |
The Curse Outro
01:00
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Anjovi Vancouver, British Columbia
Link to Youtube Channel which I'm most active on:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCZW2I9xJyLcBX_4HGdozSGg
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