Music for the thinking few..
Born to estrangement, we're each alone here
with suion and selfish fears. All in error and thrown together,
and all fomenting our own dark weather. Live but never learn, watching bridges burn. And each new contact contains a danger. Words, will or weapons, best to be strangers. Always...
So it's come down to this apocalyptic abyss,
where sentience of any kind can barely exist. And we find ourselves led by hearts that are dead... For the suffering they cause, not one tear do they shed. Their addiction to greed, pushing perpetual need:
the base desires of stunted minds where...
I awoke and realized that all my purposes are vain
and every path that i choose leads to another set of chains. My will to transcend the world leads to more worldly pain,
as seemingly the worlds intent is to drive me insane. I deserve a break... My same old strident ego keeps on making its...
From the al (and artist) "the quiet earth orchestra". God
i'm here all around you,
my essence surrounds you. But temporal trappings confound you,
and nothing i impart can ground you. You toil in vain to define me,
wondrous words to confine me. Your prayers and totems can't bind...
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