Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Discarnate Self Paradox, artist - Inanimate Existence. Album song Liberation Through Hearing, in the genre
Date of issue: 16.07.2012
Record label: Unique Leader
Song language: English
The Discarnate Self Paradox |
Instinctively follow the intertwined paths through the darkness |
With no recollection of my arrival |
Fading images of the past are lost into a dismal veil |
Masking my thoughts my thoughts with images of wretched demigods |
Soot rains, and volcanic ash falls down from the heavens |
Serving as the back-drop for the prophet, who speaks in distorted tongues |
I hear it coming from my sub being, a voice unstopped by physical boundaries |
Inhuman frequencies, oscillating. |
causing the earth to quake and split tremors |
The ground around me crumbles away into a blackened ocean |
Now speaking to me. |
«drink from the water,» a voice beckoning |
Insisting that it contains the key. |
the yopo tree holds great power |
It is only there you can escape this existence |
Captivated by the creatures beauty, diminishing the fear of death |
How do I escape the darkness that has over thrown me? |
«you must drink from the water to find the forest of illusion» |
I throw myself from the cliff toward the dark water |
Falling through the clouds that explode with electric bolts |
The wind screams with the voices of the dead |
I must not be one with them. |
driven on only by images of the fabrication |
I enter the foam breaking into a new world. |
filling my lungs and stomach |
The spirits aura carries me through the portal. |
emerging reborn into darkness |
Into a realm reminiscent of my home world. |
a paradoxical plane of existence |
Where physical limitation is exceeded by your mental awareness |
I am washed to a blackened shore, a beach of charred remains |
The gore leads deep into the forest. |
illuminated with evil light |
I’m drawn to the bright glow. |
trees envious at the sight of life |
Whispering to one another. |
they are living entities in this world |
Their trunks decorated with intestines. |
leading to my destination |
I reach the plateau. |
a mound of severed limbs stands before me |
Within it the great tree grows |
Covered in wavy fungus with giant blue and gold flakes |
I devour the over-sized shrooms |
A mirror image of myself forms from thick emerald vapor |
Venting from the bark. |
the discarnate form kneels before me |
I become bound by roots that grow rapidly from the soil |
The humanoid whispers through telepathy, «welcome,» |
As if a cue to rip my body from its ligaments |
I am reverted to a infant of an earthly womb |
Fastened to this plane |