oblivioustothevoid(prod. by m/ c0s1d0)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by m/ c0s1d0




verse 1: [brown robe]


he's looking too hard
towards
what’s left behind
he can’t believe
peace exists
with all this
shit on his mind’s

state of chaos really
but almost everything fine
he can’t shake the feeling
something’s reaching out
from the inside

shapes linger

in a hovering
realm
not far from home
but home’s not really
still the safe zone
why is it i feel so alone
i guess probably ‘cause
i give my own self
for collateral on what i own

the sun harbors
behind the most electric
cloud in ascendance
he can sense the omnipresence
of what animates his legends
he didn’t have a name yet
went dressed as quintessence
or what he thinks
he knows
of his essence
still just lessons
‘cause they never lessen
always pay for themselves
with more and more
questions
some gems are semiprecious
others full of acceptance
fuck the preface
i’m here to see it clear
what the step is
they're just jealous
‘cause they’re
not attending their letters
i hold propellers
to lift me from the grip
of pressures

i’d like to behold

LORD show me where it enters
make me strong as a fortress
hordes of gorgeous
heartless mortals
on a tour bus
oh they’re so porous
and too callous
yet he gives them the
shirt off his back
he lacks balance

his love absorbs the horrors
his heart once a sun
just a moon of pewter
from the future
going numb

his instruments
miss his fingers

as they play to
zero
gravity
circumnavigating
care free
from the factors weighing
on his factory
that activation
all the dust that is ancient
i’m saying



verse 2: [stranded]


are those hands
taking something away

or are they giving
as long as they belong
to those in his heart
he’s NOT tripping
if being there
for those he loves
comes at the cost
of langolier attrition

he’d walk the earth
a mere FIGMENT
but STILL kicking

‘cause
no matter HOW much of him disappears
under these conditions
that absence
could never overshadow
what APPEARS within him
so
although he’s shattered
his shards lost
in the atmospheric distance
what blossoms
from the fragments he provides
is his mirror image

for
while the sound
of a soul being fed
is imperceptible
he’s here to LISTEN
that’s music to his ears
when all he hears is prison

perhaps
the reason he’s so empty’s
‘cause he’s everywhere
and the parts of him
that are missing
make up worlds
of which
he’s unaware

on top of those
with which
he consciously chose to share
if HE suffers loss
for SUCH a gain
that’s MORE than fair
sacrifice is how a world’s repaired
too bad this species isn’t more prepared
to TRULY care
that’s why he speaks of evolution
‘cause genuine compassion
is acutely rare
that’s why he’s standing there
stranded
in a fugue-like stare
‘cause if no one else
gives of themself
then
we’re ultimately doomed to despair

but that sad reality
is not enough
for him to lack his own modality
he’ll do HIS part
even if in so doing
he’s the ONLY star
in that specific galaxy

so
as he crumbles
he takes solace
in the fact
that as he decays
something FAR MORE BEAUTIFUL
outside of him
can be SUSTAINED
clouds made of such dust
precipitate such peaceful rain
despite how much of him’s extinguished
morgana’s fingers protect his meager flame
her everpresence drives his light
to never reach a grave
that particular fire will RAGE
despite the grief of age
love will always burn inside him

so he remains