...iexist(prod. by fivesicks)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by fivesicks


vocal sample:

light thinks it travels
faster than anything

but it is wrong

no matter how fast
light travels
it finds the darkness
has always gotten there first

and is waiting for it



in a dark world
i exist
slightly lit
but there is light within
far more than i provide you with
when i say
i'm here because i insist
it's like explaining to someone
born with hyper-hearing
what silence is
that's how futile
the idea of conveying thoughts precisely
is
yet i attempt
for me
hearing music like this
is like disappearing
through a spiral disc
to go on a series of idle trips
you'd be amazed
at how much you can experience
while you sit
appearances lie like shit

eyes closed
they tilt to the sky
even though they are blind
at the moment
denied
the ability to view
as they normally do
it is an intangible sensation
consumed
enveloped in hypothetical fumes
a pause in time
that will never resume
photograph
frozen past
holding fast
slowed to last
what do you know of that
navajo
read between
i ponder
sleep and dream
followed each week
by a weak routine
that is responsible
for every attempt
to delete these things
as this dark world speaks to me
i am reminded of 'these machines'
the little that m.atthew. has provided
will suffice to be serene
despite my wish
that more of the like would be convened

what does life even mean
curiosity
intrigue
i would follow these
to the end of time
and repeat
while i am not complete
it is the quest
to piece together this puzzle
find something worthy
to give love to
that urges me to come to
from this coma that we must undo
we are an inert form of kung fu
there is so much more we must do
we are meant to imagine
but this multi facet
deliberate distraction
of anything that resembles placid
won't have it
they want life to be like 'fray'
with no magic

i wander away
shit is so tragic
i'm on some 'mind planes drifter'
nomadic
peace to riishii
go grab it
meditate
you can hare krishna several ways
it's a perspective thing
there is energy in everything
even in dead remains
it's what exists
when nothing else remains
the subtle wells in things
all of what it entails
engraved
impact
chisel and stone
impression
like that of depression
living alone
but i remain intact
with no evidence of a soul
pressure builds fast
but grows hesitant to explode
for what would debris accomplish
better than if it's whole
it's effortless to just grow
why resist evolution
to exert so much energy
to surrender
is stupid
direct it toward
something more
fit for improvement
the path to true master
is a disciplined student
the gravity of its grasp
as attractive as mila kunis
an event horizon
grabbing a human

my blood drawn
abby's eyes
as she removed it
once again
the subtle glints
in a darkness
otherwise unavenged
are undersized
with so much to give
nothing provides us with gifts
for we are free
to fill the emptiness
as we please
those who are envious
lack degrees
so busy without
nothing is bound to hatch beneath
but when you travel within
your path completes
who's the master
the last dragon speaks
with a bullet
grasped in his teeth
demonstrative
of what he can achieve
you'll see this happen
when i significantly attach to beats
once - thesandwinter -
is alas complete
but time is voluminous
it is not only now and then
it is what the future is
flooded with foolishness
i suffer through the shit
because i know
eventually
it's coming to an end
'siddhartha'
i show restraint
patience
and use my head
peace to cloke
it's things like this
that give me reason to hope
even though
i know
most of the thought
we have to eat
is choke
staring at a tower
of indecipherable speech
below
many people sulk
they think that person
thinks they're dope
when many times
that's not why that seed explodes
there's an entirely different source
from which
what they speak is grown
there are many things
we don't know about one another
most of which
will not be discovered
and that is no wonder
being self absorbed
what do you expect of others
my point can be expressed with numbers
one to a hundred
what do you share
of all that is there
what you do
to what you don't
would be small when compared
look into the mirror
and get lost in the stare
so much so
that you no longer are there
take time to reflect
focus on yourself
not all the rest
you'll just be lost in the mess
quit trying to fit everything
in a box
and accept
any order that exists
is chaotic at best
for every rule
there is always except...

in a dark world
i exist
slightly lit
but there is light within
far more than i provide you with
when i say
i'm here because i insist
it's like explaining to someone
born with hyper-hearing
what silence is
that's how futile
the idea of conveying thoughts precisely
is
yet i attempt
for me
hearing music like this
is like disappearing
through a spiral disc
to go on a series of idle trips
you'd be amazed
at how much you can experience
while you sit
appearances lie like shit