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We’ve been shitting in Gaia’s heart for quite some time now
We’ve been found out
I give this place a name & a face as the light,
engulfed with the fucking of higher density beings,
turns up the sun
I want to fly but I can’t cuz I got the small self caught in the sticker bushes
The sicker rushes
Body so sick from keeping score
There’s something that won’t allow my release
There’s something that won’t allow my release
I give this place a name & a face as the light…
Guardians!
Is that you?!
You slip in without my knowing, illuminating choice in a timeless world
Not a debt to pay
Just a union to be made
Heaven all the way to heaven today
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I Can't Die
05:26
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Instrumental
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Watching personality entropy in a hovercraft of neutrality from the other side of the borderline
The entire ride, I watch the design
Surrender glows up like doorbells
Flexible tree trunks replace eggshells
Not one word hurts here
Not one word
What the fuck even is a word in this place
Every suffer cycle dripped truer seeing
Everything means nothing, just being
Is-ness & lack, perfect points & back
Sidesteps aren’t actually backing tracks
I feel a choice (but it bubbles up)
I feel a noose (and it cuddles up)
Ears now perked the fuck up!
I heard my momma calling when I was crawling
I don’t need silence, I am silence
There is nothing but inside everywhere
Hard to hear with the ringing
Partitions up in my singing
Blinders on when I’m clinging
Seeds planted in my upbringing
Might be letting go, now I’m swinging
Other people relax into it
A voice never lets up on it
Original doubt
Decrepit baphomet
Never been this far down
This pit is wrecked
Something smells like it’s watching
Oh fuck it’s me watching
Fuck
Ok
Ok
“I understand this concept of ‘home’ now.
Home is not a place, its a state of being.”
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Spiraling Dynamically
01:21
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Dynamically spiraling
Patterns assigned meaning to innards oscillating
“I wanna die but I can’t”
You’re damn fucking right you can’t die!
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Spiral Dynamics
02:11
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Buying tickets to a film of you having a blast
I begged for them to scream at me
“Find a baseline for peace!
Find a way to love!”
The sun beating down on a new family of rabbits in the perimeter garden around a suburban Starbucks is what life is
An open window
“Giraffes, rose bushes, opera” is what life is
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Instrumental
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Instrumental
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Instrumental
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