Lyrics

In the land of reason,
I have failed to find a single one,
every case has fallen,
I now plea to no one
All your spokes and delegates,
utter words with decadent shifty eyes,
they're all but lies!
All your moldy recipes,
all your wedlock, Ebyon, rabbenu scums,
all your deves and netrans
a circus of artifice
I have nothing but a thought
Its the era of a God's demise
My God now, dies
Open doors, to the one true source,
end this war, and mend my core.
Pain reliever, I'm a believer
halt my thoughts, my heart is yours.
"Liar!"
Mystifier, speak to me
lift me higher, swing me higher
I stand unshod, I beg, show me the fire!
Eternal hush, and nothing but my sighs
I need a sign!
Open doors, to the one true source,
end this war, and mend my core.
Pain reliever, I'm a believer
halt my thoughts, my heart is yours.
My heart is yours.
I am who I am, the growls to end your misery
I waited for years, and forth I come
Destroyer of occult, black-hole of the necessary
a hymn thats yet unsung
Surrender
I have lost my faith and will to fight
Close all doors, with open scorn
Pave the course, to this new force.
Torment feeder, great deceiver,
free my heart, my heart is yours, no more!

"The whole is a riddle, a perplexing enigma, an inexplicable mystery"
عَلى غِرارِ خَلائىِ وادي النور (Much like my void, the Valley of Light)
فَنورُهُ أَعمانىِ أَحيانىِ (Its radiance blinded me, yet brought me to life)
عَلى غِرارِ الصَمْتِ وادي النور (Much like the silence, the Valley of Light)
فَصَمتُهُ المَمْحُو أَبَكَمَنىِ (Its absolute silence struck me mute)
يَزُفُ الوادي خُلوَةُ الألوان (The valley heralds the solitude of colors)
فَكُلُ حَدّ أراهُ مَخفيا (Where every boundary I perceive is veiled)
يا وادي الهُدى چَاوِبني (O Valley of Guidance, answer me)
أَحُلُمٌ هذا أَم حَقيقيا (Is this but a dream, or a waking truth?)
أَنهارُ أنا أَنهار. أَنهارُ مِنَ الحيرَة. (I crumble, I crumble. Rivers of bewilderment.)
أَسرارٌ لا اعلَمُها، تُسقينىِ مَزيداً مِنَ الأَهوال. (Mysteries I cannot grasp, pouring me a draught of mounting dread.)
قَلبي، عَقلي، رُوحي، عَيناى، (My heart, my mind, my spirit, my eyes,)
كلُ ما في، يَخشىَ ما حَولي (All that is within me trembles at what surrounds me)
عَلى غِرارِ خَلائىِ وادي النور (Much like my void, the Valley of Light)
فَنورُهُ أَعمانىِ أَحيانىِ (Its radiance blinded me, yet brought me to life)
عَلى غِرارِ الصَمْتِ وادي النور (Much like the silence, the Valley of Light)
فَصَمتُهُ المَمْحُو أَبَكَمَنىِ (Its absolute silence struck me mute)
أَنهارُ أنا أَنهار. أَنهارُ مِنَ الحيرَة. (I crumble, I crumble. Rivers of bewilderment.)
أَسرارٌ لا اعلَمُها، تُسقينىِ مَزيداً مِنَ الأَهوال. (Mysteries I cannot grasp, pouring me a draught of mounting dread.)
وادي النور، سَرَابُهُ بِلَا مَرسىَ (Valley of Light, a mirage with no shore)
وادي النور، أَرْدَانِي (Valley of Light, it has cast me down)
وادي النور، بَدْءٌ لِلْمَسْرَىَ (Valley of Light, the beginning of my journey)
وادي النور (Valley of Light)

LIE!
We live in the
vile fantasy
that there is more to our role
but beauty lies,
in the denial
of higher, primer, truth to us all
A child is born
seized to adorn
the moment they shutter tight
they taste no light
only their fright
"We are destined to answer our call"
The same determined genes that lead to our surfacing
Deceived the sapien, wired us all, to abhor everything
The cosmic irony ascends the patriarchal throne
I hear the sinister laughs and cracks down to our bones
crawls below, and starts to sow
we bit the hook, gave death a go
while there is no...
Tattva, Akhra,....
Moksha, Jannah,...
Sekhet-aru...
Shamu, Niepan,...
Greatest lie of all time.
The greatest lie
of all time
is one we evolved to believe
that there is more
an afterlife door
those who seek it yet fail to see
The same determined genes that lead to our surfacing...
Deceived the sapien, wired us all, to abhor everything
The cosmic irony ascends the patriarchal throne
I hear the sinister laughs and cracks down to our bones
crawls below, and starts to sow
we bit the hook, gave death a go
while there is no...
Olam ha ba
Isa, Valhala
Ah-noon, Gorodman
Sakhand, Bwana
Greatest lie of all time
Greatest lie of all time

[Narration]
The cruel narrative sold by masters who sought only to control the mourning and exploit the lost. there is no glorious destination purchased by suffering now. The true gift is this sharp, immediate breath, realizing that the value of everything is contained within this brief life span. The universe grants no higher purpose than the ones we braid ourselves. The warm weight of a child in your arms, the music you enjoy and play, the places you travel to with a beloved one, and the heart-filling occurrence when they smile. This is the currency of the cosmos. The highest ambition is simply to make the finite magnificent, to taste the fleeting pleasure of a soothing drink and call it enough. There is no greater liberation than releasing the weight of invented eternity. To realize this: To feel the fragile, beautiful reality of the present moment, is to take the true first step towards serenity.

Lies
They all are lies
We live through lies
This is the greatest lie of all time.
Heaven, Duat
Magmell, Abha
Eden, Nirvana
Dilmun, Tian
Greatest lie of all time
Lie!

I resisted the route of science
I appealed, to the all-Divine
a mitigation, that once has served me
yet at best, a frail design
I'm sighted, Enlightened
My liberation is breaths before me
I spent my life on a Rubik's cube.
of million sides and endless loops
the light now lies on my own hands
As I touch the carvings, I apprehend
I quench its thirst with blood, the way to break the vicious loops
bound with pain until I crack the gore-lusting cube
Its the day my blood froze cold
One more push to go....
A coronation, I gift myself.
Its the day, I decipher the code
I'm sighted, Enlightened
My liberation is breaths before me
I spent my life on a Rubik's cube.
of million sides and endless loops
the light now lies on my own hands
As I touch the carvings, I apprehend
I quench its thirst with blood, the way to break the vicious loops
bound with pain until I crack the gore-lusting cube
I resign the path appealing to ignorance
I'm, forever confined with grounded empirical knowns
therefore, no more, breach to the tripartite framework
the euphoric fulfilling yield, I know how it feels
I resign the path appealing to ignorance
I'm, forever confined with grounded empirical knowns
therefore, no more, breach to the tripartite framework
the euphoric fulfilling yield...
We have to adopt better epistemology
I spent my life on a Rubik's cube.
of million sides and endless loops
the light now lies on my own hands
As I touch the carvings, I apprehend
I quench its thirst with blood, the way to break the vicious loops
I'm forever cursed with this gore-lusting cube

[Narration]
The Homo habilis needed to slice meat from carcasses before other scavengers arrived to extract bone marrow, dig up tough tubers, crack nuts, and scrape wood. To create the stone tools required for these life-sustaining goals, a unique development took place in their rudimentary brains: the tool had to be imagined before it was made. While this seems effortless to us, it was a monumental leap for them. To succeed, a visual template of a tool that would not exist for hours was formulated in the present, within the frontal lobe. This working memory, which is the capacity to temporarily synthesize information, gave rise to the first forms of imagination. Something that did not exist in objective reality could finally exist in the mind.

Behind the stone, I am alone
fear is deep, the shadows creep.
A rustling leaf, a dark belief.
the mind is prone to the unknown.
I touch the water, the wave is formed
the floods must be of massive hands…?
For every nature force, there must be,
a celestial that commands...?
At end of day, the instinct grows, the ritual flows.
Shaman knows what’s best for us
forecasting rain and quaking crusts
control is part of our trust
The wisest man
Dancing, drums, and Votive slain
The recipe to ease our pain
we follow what we’ve been ordained
this is our clan’s, Paradigm.
Hyperactive agency, overreading of causality
brewing with decoupling cognition, fusing intuitive reasoning
An artifact of a lifetime....is now ought to rise!
Brahmin knows what’s best for us
to liberate us back to dust
control is part of our trust
The wisest man
Mantras, bells and colored paint
The recipe to ease our pain
we follow what we’ve been ordained
this is our dal’s, Paradigm.
face, in, the moon, armies in the clouds, the birth, of our, woven eikons
we, cast, thought, over an obscure cause, with flesh, limbs, and figures of man
tears, of, the heart, drying into our brains, return as, the ghosts of solace
Fear, broils, more, within the amygdala's lair, be, hold, thee, all-mighty flawless
A tale of terrified sycophants,
molding omniscient surveillants,
the grand arms race of adulation,
"Athārvag devāh".
My harvest done, my sickle falls
I rest against the mud brick wall
My cat tucks in, as the starlets glow,
we gaze together up and high
well, why am I? why do we die? what is divine?
Pastor knows what’s best for us
to unify us with the cross
control is part of our trust
The wisest man
wine and bread and holy grace
The recipe to ease our pain
we follow what we’ve been ordained
this is the plan, this is our plan, our Paradigm.