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Ancestral Spirit
02:15
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2. |
Ritual of Fire
02:56
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Divided for the chance of union
Forced perspective
Out of focus
We are the colored sands
Passing through
Idle hands of providence
We are the pattern
That yearns for completion
Stillness is the ruler of movement
Teach me your ways
I want to believe
In these moments of clarity
Perpetual ritual
I can feel it in my bones
You are dancing in my blood
There is nothing in your mind you have not invited in
Who can comprehend
What happens
When separation ends
Prostration. Roots consume.
In search of resplendence. We stretch towards the light
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3. |
Null
01:18
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4. |
Post-Modern Prometheus
07:09
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Henceforth I whimper no more
Wrapped in fennel cast in fire
Waxing agony our singular pleasure
These bones long to return to the earth
Born dead
Threadbare
Lackluster
It never gets better
Hopeless
Forgotten
Foreshadowed
Better off in the ground
Dictum factum
Said and done
Necks crane rain dance
What have we done?
One look in the black mirror
Reveals our grotesque proportions
Flesh falls from the bone
And the seed begins to grow
We will reap what we’ve sown
As above so below
Lay your fears before
The altar of progress
Witness the glory.
Behold the grandeur
All that’s left
Can fit in the palm of your hands
Dictum factum
Said and done
Necks crane rain dance
What have we done?
One look in the black mirror
Reveals our grotesque proportions
Tempus fugit
This is the first of ten thousand positions
These corresponding offerings have become obsolete
These patterns tend to repeat
Time heals nothing
Flesh falls from the bone
And the seed begins to grow
As above so below
We will reap what we’ve sown
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5. |
Void
00:23
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6. |
Withering Aeons
03:20
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Suspended in ether
Eyes and mind begin to wander
Lysergic sermons
Shift the points of a static sky
Reaching through the veil
I can feel it move on the other side
The key and the gate
Are one and the same
Forever entangled
Ascending in spirals
Forever entangled
Past and present fall like petals
When the casket lid closes
The portal will open
This silence speaks volumes
The key and the gate
Are one and the same
Narrow is the gate
Straight is the way
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7. |
Black Widow Hourglass
04:30
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Leave your mind for astral projection
Cosmic limbs, bend down, touch the soil
Free the light from the void of all consciousness
and watch the waves collide around you, like a candles dance at twilight
Sand falls from my hand like time within the hourglass.
Refill the oil-lamp with the blood of lost souls
Black widow leave the orb to swallow the ether
Go within the waking void...
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8. |
Lazarus Reflex
07:56
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Bending over backwards again
Kiss the cobra on its forehead
To draw out the last drops of the sacred venom
Swallow your pride
Speak your peace
As we begin our descent
Watching your life pass you by
Through the cracks between the blinds
You are the candle burning at both ends
And the moth torn in two
You could not be further from the truth
The only way out is through
Trembling fingers reach for the sugar
So we can bare this sacrament
Falling out of focus again
To claw your way out of the cavern
Bending over backwards again
Kiss the cobra on its forehead
To draw out the last drops of the sacred venom
Swallow your pride
Speak your peace
As we begin our descent
You could not be further from the truth
The only way out is through
Tear the boards off the windows to your soul
Kick the doors of perception right off of their hinges
No one is listening
Nobody cares at all
The devil is in the details
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9. |
Begrudging Lucidity
07:36
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We trust tea leaves and arrows
To guide the way
Under starless skies
We chart the course
Through these
Altered states
Bound for glory
Born on the path to misery
Constantly questioning
We begrudge
The gift of lucidity
Empty as a velvet glove
Without the iron fist
Fragmented visions
Give rise
Astral projections
Frozen in time
Conjure patterns
On the cusp of completion
With each step we stray
Further from the light
As the trail branches
We press on with no end in sight
Pyramids reduced to cinders
Arrange my bones into hexagrams
Equal parts past and present
The future sits on the tip of your tongue
Waiting to be sung
Into existence
The end will be justified
When we manifest our destiny
Dawn the gown of stinging nettle
Accept the crown of tangled antlers
Take up the reins of the one-wheeled chariot
The hanged man’s feet trace figure eights
Spellbound and gagged
Hair stands on end
Warble and writhe
Swallowed by the sun
One thousand points of light
All merge into one
Look on your work and despair
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11. |
Blue Rose
08:45
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Oh what misery
to be born incessantly
Blush and bloom and
It’s growing under our feet
We are like the dreamer
Who dreams
And wakes and lives inside the dream
Destined to repeat
Chasing that memory of the lighting in our lungs
Over and over and over again
I will be released
From this dream
With my last breath
I will be redeemed
Drawn to the light of the burning bridge
You can’t outrun your growing shadow
There is no direction home
There’s no telling where we’ve been
You are free and that is why you are lost
Ending where we began
A spirit crawls forth
From the depths
Of a flesh covered prison
There is no direction home
There’s no telling where we’ve been
Still born
Still beating
Speaking in tongues
Searching for meaning
Destined to repeat
You could not be further from the truth
The only way out is through
Over and over and over again
I will be released
From this dream
With my last breath
I will be redeemed
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