[Verse 1] In my philosophical quest, I submit to an endless test: Tease-and-denial with the Spirit I seek as a hunter in heat for a Theory of Everything….. At least it’s tiny insights I’m fated to chew rather than one coherent truth, for if I could grasp all the answers, human purpose would have no future. [Chorus] Ever since I emerged from my mother I got the urge to merge with the “other” Behold, your birthright, bones of the earth Behold, your birthright, bones of the earth [Verse 2] Endlessly I come to the same conclusion, despite our differences and confusion. Each one of us a distinct refraction of one light fractal, reflexive passion. But the realization never gets old the realization never gets old [Verse 3] True magick isn’t learning new skills, to gasp and dazzle at novel thrills, rather the life-affirming satisfaction re-membering ancient currents long forgotten. but the realization never gets old the realization never gets old

[Verse 1] So this is how the world starts, a lonely woman with a guitar she creates life with only chords, breathing holy sounds of the one and four sometimes it’s bad and you don’t care, symptoms of being ontologically impaired but don’t forget what you are, please don’t forget what you are [Chorus] Want to carve delineations of the universe's infancy from when the silent language speeeeeeaks... and I'll remember the seed whispering in these dreams whenever I siiiiiiiiing........now, we go..... [Verse 2] Back to the beginning, back before your birth date, remember what it feels like oh, breath and death and atoms when you were the ocean, it is all imprinted in you now back to beginning, back to the square, back to the place where we’re all so unaware regain control and feel the sounds, regain control and feel the sounds [Verse 3] Now we go back to the beginning, back before the big bang, remember what it feels like oh, breath and death and atoms when you were the ocean, it is all imprinted in you now and this is how the world starts, a lonely woman and a guitar and this is all she’s really got, just an ancient spirit and a guitar

[Verse 1] I didn’t incarnate to waste my sacred days. It’s not OK that we’re all slaves for pay, who always obey, and let their dreams all drain away. Not saying I’m lazy, but I don’t cater to the fake. I crave a break, I need escape, to create my own fate. Strangers gaze on my face and mistake me for a girl who’s gay; gotta remain brave, focus on what I can change. When your consciousness raises, you’ll be aware of what I say. Customer service, nothing worse than this. Fuck this shit, it’s purposeless; the cursed must work to live. Perfect your work ethic-Sir, your purpose is worthless. My family doesn’t understand, I can’t pretend to be practical, trapped by the aspirations of the average folk. Not with rock star fantasies, lost in part to my heart’s needs. Scarcity is fear underneath, and on this earth it reeks [Chorus] Ethic of work is a fallacy; Test this and flirt with catastrophe. [Verse 2] I feel so different, so weird people can sniff it. Normal, formal, intellectually poor to conform But it’s cool to be smart, to have a beautiful heart. I loved school, college too, not just for its “use,” but for knowledge as jewels! Socially awkward, but knew when I grew up, there must be a few cute dudes who would fuck. My quiet attitude may seem rude, but it’s not true! Often when mad I fantasize, a bomb goes off and everyone dies, and I’m the last one alive… Damaged when young, fear our foundation, afterward as adults, self-therapy our vocation. Soul so sick, I’m about to quit, to bear it all without pills. To live optimistic, I gotta have music; this with my girl’s kiss lifts me like Christmas. I wish we could all give our gifts and fix this sickness. [Verse 3] A graduate of 2008, the game has changed. Pick a major, stay there, and later you’ll be stable; no longer true, and we don’t know what to do! The Recession has us guessing, choosing alternate routes. So now I’d best invest in what lets me be content, not rape culture threats bred from lack of consent. Instead in bed getting pet by my wet girlfriend, better yet, resting in the present moment before I’m dead. I still have ambition: goals, focus, and sex-driven, to actualize my vision as the next rebel musician. Never gave attention to competition or fear. Deep down in the soul ground, the spirit sound is clear: In a meditation session this voice of heaven spoke right through; I guess this blessing is a lesson, now I know my truth: Our purpose from birth, my original worth on this earth, is that I express love into the universe.

I am not satisfied This gender was not a contract I signed It was simply assigned, a mythology of the mind, an answer you won't find and if you don't comply, the hateful might decide that you and your kind must live a lie but if you decide to survive, not give up and die you will find it's an important time for you to be alive You ask why you are here too queer and tested by fear but in human evolution you are the frontier Angels of a new land the universe wants to expand design a new plan transition beyond the woman and the man So what's your worth, what purpose do we serve? I gave birth in reverse, back to the first universe, before the genders of the earth tenderly birthed But now I play the nurse so the 2 "opposites" can converse. And I will rehearse this curse until our true selves emerge. Paving the way for a new generation to say our consciousness is the next phase on the human stage.

Verse 1 when I became a recluse I was afraid, that the knowing voice would wash away I thought all I had, were my wall and Diazepam no living being could answer what I demand and in the middle of this haze, got the feeling everyone was making the same mistake Verse 2 we're stumbling along, bumping against walls; in every call in every myth in every culture there's a Fall In my dreams I see the seam between myself and my ancestors; I scream and I plead for them to speak they whisper in my genes, in the beat within my bloodstream, an old woman sings me a firm, steady lullaby Chorus I'm a mess having taken on this test You've seen what you can touch; do you want to...see the rest? People of the earth, rejected from birth wake up Do you want to know the secrets of birth wake up Pre-Chorus 2 Proszę otwierać oczy, Nie jestem więźniem, nie jestem więźniem Proszę otwierać oczy, Nie jestem więźniem, nie jestem więźniem

Verse 1 I once was proud to call you close friend Until the Tramadol monster said, “I will suck the pain right out of your head…” He hopes his death will finally bring rest salvation from the stress But he wastes the rest of his youth Chorus Your lips still kiss the Western myth of oblivion… When you throw something away, There is no “away” No landfill for your pain Verse 2 presses his tongue against the frosty soda can blues, dontcha know life without anxiety is saved for the blessed few O hungry ghost, take my love without rescue, I see a sad, sweet angel boy peeking out Slouched in sweat pants on the couch Lost in the jaws of the monster’s snarling mouth Outro Am Em F G Om Tare Tu-tare Tua Soha

Verse 1 The reign of the cave is ending To the ones whose faces are always seen Give us your life and we’ll let you be And never forgive yourself for the moments you never felt Chorus I just want to speak plainly for a minute, no fear, no hesitation There is no need for any shame, ‘cause humans are both sacred and profane This constant struggle is so vain, but I’m learning new rules to a brand new game The fear it comes in waves, it comes in waves Needlessly, needlessly, all you need to do is breathe……… Verse 2 Don’t get frightened and run away You only get dreams for what you pay Few know we’re not too late to break, It all comes in waves, there will be a change…. Verse 3 A big meltdown and it’s all so much The land of traitors, what have they done I can not take everything it’s got It all comes in waves, there will be a change…..

Verse 1 Young Hephaestus blueprints a violin, he scrawls a charcoal map while the choir of angels sings Verse 2 Map the desperate search to know who we are an angel sings, “Hephaestus,” and leans to whisper in his ear Chorus Play us your violin, Give the universes life, Let them rest and let them collide Verse 3 Life means story, for we exist in time an angel sings, “Hephaestus,” and leans to whisper in his ear Let them rest and let them collide

Verse 1 Thankful for the blue, wandering the world to find more Capture in one breath, the voices in my head, they decide what virtue is now Chorus Rise, they say, fight, they say Verse 2 The muck and the brine it’s a friend of mine, it’s pure When you hear it you’ll come like someone who wants to hold you tight Deep down in the sea of happiness it’s only freezing water, and there’s no light Verse 3 Gotta live for the slice of the wind, let it rip away the rust and make your head spin ‘round Your wings might be singed along the way, try to get off on the pain Can I take a little something with me, I can almost see it breaking free

Verse 1 She was the quiet one in the corner, I took my time Soft calm hand to rest my head against this peaceful crime The only thing that’s lacking is my trust, you gotta manipulate in order to be loved Chorus But is this who I am? Anything deeper would be too much to ask This lifestyle’s stringing me out A distraction, a blissful distraction, stringing me Out Verse 2 The inner voice again, drowning me out, I wish I could scream over it’s faithful shout You think too much, you talk too much, what you want, what you want is unattainable..... Verse 3 Trying to understand the nature of things Always looking out never thinking what’s in you’re in me My heavy head’s waking up slowly, give it time, The further the reach for desire, the further the climb......

Verse 1 You're blissful when you're broken, you wanna understand the peace within agony pulsing holy perversion, bent over to release a beautiful predator Chorus all around you hear their screams, sharing transcendental planes, inhale of the sacred pain true power came before light came before human life, we are full now Verse 2 you're never just a body, the welts of violent love are the burn of being alive like shamans of days of old, bled to feel the worlds unfold let ecstasy in pain rise Chorus You're blissful when you're broken, the welts of violent love are the burn of being alive. Like shamans of days of old, bled to feel the worlds unfold, let sacred pain rise. Verse 3 S&M, whips and chains remained in my DNA. Since I was I baby I’ve been craving domination, straight up sadism. Nasty angel girl makes me her slave, knees on the pavement like I’m feigning to pray a little shame is ok If I don’t obey, I get spanked Untamed lady, she trains me with a cane and then rapes me No way to be afraid; we negotiate safely. Power exchange. Bow down and behave. Bound and get laid. Negotiate. Which phrase to get saved, wet, ready to play, in the sanctity of subspace with no escape. Get whipped, let a scream rip, sick bitch just won’t quit. the shit she inflicts, wouldn’t switch it for riches. Torture is a glorious force, its source a gory euphoria and I want more… Kinky girls only need apply Only sick twisted boys may say hi. A lifestyle choice, dungeon party diva, fuck my sub in the butt so hard he screams and cums creamin This scene is so hot even well-seasoned kinksters think they’re dreaming! Teach myself to switch, cuz everyone wants to be the receiver! Outro Some say we’re sick, molested as children; that’s fiction. This ritual is incredibly ancient. The way we’re portrayed is testing my patience...

Verse 1 First there was void, perfect primordial eye, one sky, god’s mind, thirsting for its own reflection, From first to second person; reality is alive… Dimensions collide in bursts of violence, birthing matter for the first time; no more silence. “Third person” arrives, the physical survives and divides with consciousness still inside. Chorus As I gaze into your eyes, Spirit encased in form recognizes us, one mind, one song divided Verse 2 God is within, the only sin is difference; with this pill we still instill in our infants— the ego’s insistence on living within limits. No need to fear, we can change things right here! To save Jesus's repeating prayer, the main reason for breathing air is to take love to people you hold dear, especially enemies you hate and fear. But the ego sneaks up from the rear, makes you forsake the nearness of Spirit. Stay in the present moment; then you'll hear it: the One Song plays— you're part of the rhythm, Love without Limits, one eye, one mind. Verse 3 I am no authority, please don’t blindly follow me! Glean from me what you feel is real, but no need to steal what you read— think free, plant your own seed, Reap dreams, teach your own scenes. We are where beast and divine meet. To seek relief can only be bittersweet when human alone cannot be complete. Fated to compete when we’re on the same team; underneath the illusion, “one we” breathes. Believe what you want, this is just one creed— if you get locked in you may never ever leave. To keep both feet stuck in just one mentality would be, ultimately, a real tragedy.