I broke free from your prison of lies,
the one that offers you comfort and
security if only you sacrifice your
freedom and independence;
I was naked but covered in mud
and I walked on through the desert,
through the forest, the jungle, the swamp,
the lurking shadow that had forever
stretched behind me on towards infinity;
I went to the edge and peered over the abyss,
overflowing with images, thoughts and feelings
that had remained preserved in a state-specific memory,
and I saw were i fell before, a thousand times before,
wrestling within your cornicopia of lies, wrestling
with the dragon in the dark when I broke free
and I've always seen that I cannot see
always onto something I can't get inside of
forever on the tip of the spiritual tounge
and that was enough for my essence to gag;
I've always known that there was something wrong
but I'm so afraid there's nothing to be seen
nothing beyond your hundred-and-one flavors of fiction
just a linear trail of sucessful accidents and now
a machine with self-reflective circuitry
producing a collage of delusions
everything's so confusing, nothing makes sense,
and so we cannot fight the nihilism for ever,
ex nihlo, and so we return in the eternal recurrence
forever fighting a frigid realisation in hopes that
a greater truth lies just beyond the sea of cold
and I was the camel who feell into his shadow
I was the lion who flicked off the dragons
and with courage worked my way back to innocence
and in innocence, fell back to a slave again
suffocating here in Tartarus, reaching out for prana
just to feel the rise and fall of my lungs again
if only she's spread her legs, if only I'd swallow the pill
if only I could make it through the black sea,
revive and will myself,
but if the truth is there is no truth, where do I stand?
if at the base is a vacuum, why did we arise to understand?
I drag myself around the days, choking yet again,
a child in me crying for the death to reach it's end.
the one that offers you comfort and
security if only you sacrifice your
freedom and independence;
I was naked but covered in mud
and I walked on through the desert,
through the forest, the jungle, the swamp,
the lurking shadow that had forever
stretched behind me on towards infinity;
I went to the edge and peered over the abyss,
overflowing with images, thoughts and feelings
that had remained preserved in a state-specific memory,
and I saw were i fell before, a thousand times before,
wrestling within your cornicopia of lies, wrestling
with the dragon in the dark when I broke free
and I've always seen that I cannot see
always onto something I can't get inside of
forever on the tip of the spiritual tounge
and that was enough for my essence to gag;
I've always known that there was something wrong
but I'm so afraid there's nothing to be seen
nothing beyond your hundred-and-one flavors of fiction
just a linear trail of sucessful accidents and now
a machine with self-reflective circuitry
producing a collage of delusions
everything's so confusing, nothing makes sense,
and so we cannot fight the nihilism for ever,
ex nihlo, and so we return in the eternal recurrence
forever fighting a frigid realisation in hopes that
a greater truth lies just beyond the sea of cold
and I was the camel who feell into his shadow
I was the lion who flicked off the dragons
and with courage worked my way back to innocence
and in innocence, fell back to a slave again
suffocating here in Tartarus, reaching out for prana
just to feel the rise and fall of my lungs again
if only she's spread her legs, if only I'd swallow the pill
if only I could make it through the black sea,
revive and will myself,
but if the truth is there is no truth, where do I stand?
if at the base is a vacuum, why did we arise to understand?
I drag myself around the days, choking yet again,
a child in me crying for the death to reach it's end.
