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The invisible selfThe invisible selfIt dwells where the horizon endsPulsating with air and waterDissipated in droplets of wet sandIt is all and it is nothingThe self that’s free and never restsIn torrents of time like a spectreIt travels, beyond the gate of death Sliding through the rays of sunlightIt shifts its ever perfect shapeAwake, it dreams foreverIt's the world, reflecting in itself
RestlessHow can I sleepWhen wolves howl, frenziedIn shadows of the mountainsWhen sea lions hungry and wildStalk their bloodied preyIn rhythm of the foaming watersHow can I lay downWhen the full moon callsThrough the heavens to my soulIn darkness that is lifeIt illuminatesAll monsters spawning from the earthIn-between these wallsI'm protected, yet insaneAnd my unused musclesStrain hard for a night-long runAnd my eager lungsExpand as if contestedI yearn the smells of airThe touch of rain upon a windswept faceThe pain of beingThe fear of blackness just behindThe loneliness to wanderWherever the mind pleases toHow can I go onWhen Emptiness herselfTempts me from beyondFrom where I was bornBeneath the moss and dirty wormsShe speaks my name andIt echoes in the frozen valleysHow can I restWhen my very essenceBoils beneath my skinBlack and potent as that of an animalRestlessI'm a slave to my senses
A whole load of nothingWhere have we goneAnd why are we not scared at allTo live in this delusionPampered in our tiny bubblesDomes made of sugarCheap plastic upon polished boneWhere did we get toIn thisSelf-guided devolutionBack to stupid monkeysMute fish and blind bacteriaOh, how easy it isTo shut our eyesTo cover our earsAnd pretend there’s a greater planAnd we can have our pancakesBright and early on a Sunday morningBut the acid rain outsideWill not stop pouring downAnd the poisoned atmosphereWon’t simply disappearWhen the night covers usWhere have we comeIf hate and raging violenceDisperse freely, virus styleIf lies are no more separatedFrom the truthIf it ever existed at allAnd yes, there's poetryAnd yes, there's musicAll heavenly unrealBut who will ever noticeThe tiny sparkles in putrid piles of mudAnd who will ever feelTruly bonded to anotherHidden behind screensWe're oversaturatedWhile the grass outside has fadedAnd rivers have evaporatedWhile our speciesLives suspendedOver a whole load of nothing
GiantsBehold the giantsWith skeletons of steelWith skin made of perfect glassOh, how they standStill and patientUnmoved by the earthAgainst the time itselfWild foliage growsOver their cold bodiesElectrons for bloodHundreds of eyes flickerIn the frozen nightReaching for the skyThey scream with the windAs it passes by,