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Why won't you raze, with me, the Mountains of Man?
O', my love, if only you could see the state of our impiety
It bubbles through the impotence of our rage and of our love
As we make mockeries of union our deviance is consummated
O', it should be plain to see how we raise our petty banners in defiance
Of the purity that lies within
If only we were to see that all that we hold dear shall all disintegrate one day
It's naught but stone and silver
And so I go to travel t'wards the setting sun
The chariot awaits beneath its glow
Sat astride the wings of Icarus
I know no place to go but westward bound to make it so
It's all over, my dear
I only wish that I could stay, but really, there's no other way that this could be
Unless you save yourself
But you wouldn't…
Would you?
Why won't you fly with me?
Imagine what we'd be if you could only listen to the heartbeat of the trees
And the sigils of the earth
The invisible and endless hum of life from since the Word was spoke
Why won't you listen to me?
Is it so fractal that it lacks a sense a clarity for you?
"O', what are we to do?
O', what are we to do, my love?"
O', see how Babylon has fallen
O', bear witness to the Mountains of Man
O', bear witness with impunity as The Tower crumbles and falls
There was a bitterness at heart…
"Why won't you fly?"
For what it's worth, why would one choose to stay amidst the decay?
Is it too late for us to change?
Or are we bound to the dichotomy?
Paradoxically, this is what it means to be
Between corpus and divinity
Discordance and serenity
If only we were to see that all that we hold dear shall all disintegrate
As dust unto the winds of change
So take me, sweet release
I've found it's naught but stone and silver
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And so as darkness fell on the first of days and the skyline opened wide
The Heavens in their oblique majesty did speak of an old and holy grove
Enumerate in starlit forms how the trees came to speak in tongues
And what it is they say through a conduit of horned form
"O', lowly Pilgrim
How dare thee have the gall to seek
My graven image, stead and swift among the grass and leaves?"
Know not of malice
O', benefactor
Know no pretense at my side
"Know not of where it is you came from
Know, Pilgrim
Know of these three things:
The Sword that is not a Sword
The Sound that is not a Sound
The Face that is not a Face
These boons, I give to thee
O', Pilgrim
To light the way home!"
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All that is, is all there was and all that shall become;
The language of matter writ large
All that's written, all that's heard
All that's spoken, all that's word
Is known thus inherently through all as papyrus
And so it was told, and so I told myself
And in that instant I knew
As above, so below
These papyrus limbs, they teach that these arms, they are my own
Yet, I lay no claim of ownership to this temporary form
From thought to pen shall all things be written
From void to form shall all things be told
Ordo ab Chao
All that is, is all there was and all that shall become
The language of being writ large
Semantic keys buried ‘neath the mechanistic fragments
Of the workings of the One Thing made manifest
So in flesh is all
In all we see ourselves
Reflected in the hall of sacred mirrors
Who are we to proclaim such division in the workings of the One Thing?
Who are we to feed the yawning of the fissures with great work to be done?
So mote it be
I become the Man of Papyrus Limbs
To do the workings of the one thing
It's all over, my dear
I only wish that I could stay, but really, there's no other way that this could be
It's naught but stone and silver
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If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity.
We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to gaia.
Why has it become so acceptable to display a consummate aggression
Spat in the eye of progress; all in the aid of an existence as leeches?
They become more anesthetized by the hour, succumbing to a spiritual sterility.
Compelling those with beating hearts to sew their eyes shut with but a second thought.
More concerned with petty insights of extravagant intoxication,
Intravenous injections of venom to poison every man, woman, thinker or feeler.
Blind, Idiot Gods of their own creation, survival as parasites.
Consuming the roots of the pure and draining the life of the few;
Nothing more than weeds in the garden of Eden, tainting the apple of knowledge.
Pure insipid spite in all its twisted glory;
We are a race of roses, natural beauty encased in a crown of thorns.
But, this was not to be.
Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed.
Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed.
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From whence you came shall you return
From the flames from which you were born.
The deception in your rotten hearts
Dooming the young to mental castration.
Led like sheep through a series of malignant trials and tests,
Leaving the meek amongst the flock to rot.
Fed with sanitised gruel 'til they can sense nothing but your stagnation.
And still there's no refuge, the cogs keep on turning,
Nothing to halt the march of this cancerous machine,
Save for you and me.
Our love is not enough to change the world
Or destroy the tumor at its source.
Throwing caution to the wind,
Poisoning all that's sacred,
Feasting on the souls of the young,
You pray on the weak with false illumination.
Mis-diagnosis with nebulous sicknesses
Serves to leave our ruined minds in fits of hypochondria .
How can we grow? How can we see?
How can we find a truth that's relevant with misdirection prevelant in all there is?
With these constraints we're nothing more than slaves.
Bound and gagged and beat 'til we submit.
The burden lays on us to collectively be the change we want to see.
Throwing caution to the wind,
Poisoning all that's sacred,
Feasting on the souls of the young,
You pray on the weak with false illumination.
At the expense of intuition
You loose the dogs of war.
They bay for blood.
So I pray for the flood.
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A schism appears
My identity fragments, leaving glimpses
In its wake of who I could've been and might yet be
Through the grey I see myself illuminate
I see a Siren in my dreams
She sings to me, her voice angelic
She brings to me glimpses of perfection
A previous life, idealised lies?
It's all the same to me.
And when all is said and done
Her voice still echoes in my ears
A ringing sound I cannot bury
Yet I feel torn by her ever present guiding hands
Do I reject this world and substitute my hatred for her love?
This schism it heals
A state of unity approaches
I yearn for transcendence
She shows me the door but I lack the key
She tells me stories
She tells me tales
She sings me songs of love
and songs of loss
She draws me to the water
And I wade in
Content to let the ocean
Take me where it will
I gaze upon her spirit
I see a face
It took all this time to realise
This face is mine
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Run
Run, my child, run along
Mark the cross on your door
Run to the West
Run, my child, run along
And bury all my bones
And there’s no-one here to save you
Run
Run, my child, run from them
Run from the wrongs you’ve done
Run to the End
Run, my child, run from them
Witness the end again
And you thought you were a saviour?
No-one here felt any different
Did you think that you could save them?
I did, too.
I beheld a fever!
The passage of aeons upon the mountain
A graduate from the archon of thought
Like those who had came before
I reviewed the idea of evil and passed it as law
Amidst the culpable, I sequestered myself
To the chamber of woe and drank my fill
Of the cup I had poured, one whom I deeply adored
And I wept in poor faith
In positing the question
I let fly the blade
Of my own ruination
I stuffed my beak with fragrant spices
I retreated into the mountain, in futile hope of escape
And nestled beneath, the word made empty
I could not remain
In my eminent humanity, I ruminated upon the cross
Behold, the right hand of God!
The Genesis of loss!
Behold, this most fruitless of rhetoric
Providence, of course, sought no alternative
Here, the sadistic flourishes and denigrates
With great vigour, any trace of mere goodness
So in due course, absence sought joy
And desperately clawed at the soil in search of light
In homecoming is reckoning
To emancipate the seeker from the divine
I beheld a fever!
The occultation of madness
The denigration of self in service of the divine
When there’s people who can save you
I, too, observed this most fatal of flaws
No-one here feels any different
We need not be alone
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[i. The Shimmering Tides of Revelation]
(Instrumental)
[ii. Into The Void]
Today I seek to procreate, exonerate the sickly skins
My former selves, they drift away into the ether
As I'm reborn without a face, without a name
I find my true vocation
Too many times have I seen squander in myself and in others
While not manifesting the purity I sought
With such a fatal flaw, I joined the masquerade;
A grand charade in which we all participate
With no excision
A transient glimmer of in-corporeality from beyond the veil
Into the eyes of light I gaze, transfixed as my soul is purged of all its bile;
I bathe in the source of magnanimity
I feel
I've known you before
Re-united as one
I feel your presence here
We have met before
And to this day I have held your hand
Your guidance never leading me astray
But into light and hope, you give me purpose beyond all that is earthly
I see the masks with which we play our games, indulgences for cosmic gains;
Fulfilling archetypes, the dreamer dreams
Into the void I leap, convinced of destiny
Protected by my faith in that I cannot see;
For I have read your lips and I have felt your shame
Have no fear, my Brother, for this pain is shared
We ache in unison for reconciliation
Let us take this step as above so below
As above so below
Veils upon veils
Veils upon veils
I renounce myself
[iii: Traversal of the Immaterial]
I've had too many sleepless nights
Too lost in restless thoughts
Fragmented dreamscapes assault my reality
As the shards of my excursions flutter in and out of sight
Oh God, what have I done to bring this on myself?
Is this my punishment for past transgressions
Or is this simply a test of my will to continue against all logic
For a taste of the fool's gold or some unearthly reward?
Is this a dream or is this real?
Is there more beyond the veil?
Is there an answer that can ease my burden?
My tortured heart it sinks into the depths of misery
I feel frustration mount, the pieces just won't fit
Is this just all a game
The rules of which are not revealed
Until it takes its dying breath?
I want so badly for it all to just make sense
Too late, it's all too late... For me?
Tell me that I can trust, tell me that I can love
Tell me I have a face, tell me I have a name
My ears they hear no music, my eyes they see no shapes;
Just an amorphous mass of subjectivity
If all is relative, how can there ever be a truth?
The bitter tasting certainty eludes both me and you
For in the name of God they sing their praise
But still I cannot feel his presence
You leave me cornered against my will
I'll not forgive, I'll not forget
I'll shame your name, I'll make your life a living hell
Until you find your strength, I'll drain your life
I'll eat your soul against your will
Can't you see? We're testing you
And so I crawl, 'til I can walk once more
And so I sleep, 'til I can dream again
We dance amongst the flames, their heat a comforting aid to resolution
Or so we feel, or so we dream, as we partake of a collective hallucination
A thousand realms of thought with nothing left but time
To fully realise our visions, immortalised with pen and paper
Our resonances trapped in ink, to linger for eternity
A monument of journeys passed, with new ones in the wings...
[iv: Ouroboros]
And so I sink once more into the ever-present plain of dreams
I feel so tired, I feel so weak
My vessel longs for rest, it longs for sleep
A thousand incarnations stretching through both time and space;
Where does this spiral end?
Does it ever cease to exist?
Melting away into a fleeting sea of faces;
Who have I been? Who have I known?
And were you there, my long lost brother?
Your face is so familiar, like deja-vu
We once again tread carelessly into the waters at world's end
Baptised in fire
A rite of passage
We come of age together
Conjoined at the soul, irrevocably
Bound to the Ouroboros, I will eat my own tail
Eternally
[v. Dance of the Worker Ants]
But still you poison yourselves
Wearing masks and trading faces
Like the ticking clock of time, so set in your insipid little ways
Like worker ants serving your queen
Slaves in your devotion to obscenity
So lost in the illusion, you fail to see your own pathetic confusion
Led astray so easily and all it takes is one taste of the poison
To keep you coming back for more, incapable of the inevitable cease-fire
So you sling shit like monkeys in cages
Self-made prisons for the ages
Captive like petty animals, so unevolved from the primordial ooze
You hold your forked tongue
Your poisoned words will be heard no more
[vi. The Man With No Face]
Let us be free, of this cage that we have helped construct
To grow in unison, to leave behind the grand illusion
The tides hear everything and they see everyone
Have no fear my brother, for they do not judge
It's not too late to change, to leave behind your sin
To shed old skins and re-evaluate your purpose
I leave my mask behind to quench the sands of time
I cleanse myself and become the man with no face
Nameless and faceless
Nameless and faceless
Nameless and faceless for we are all one and the same
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released December 4, 2020