alphamael[quantumriptidesedation](prod. by tragedy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by tragedy

tragedy  +  stranded  =  wind/cloud  (pronounced: wind and cloud)

* track is taken from the album "thesandwinter", available for purchase at the following link:

https://obscureevolution.bandcamp.com/album/thesandwinter

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at about before child development
existed existential fellowship
the gift was heaven sent
in that instant
imagination jettisoned
a kaleidoscopic landscape to meander and navigate
onward orientation
the pace quadruplicates
at a rate to which rapid eye movement relates
i ruminate
superposing the sub-human state
i shadowalk in shoes that stomp soon into shape
tempering tomorrow today
that is how time is traversed
a theoretical thread ties us to the universe
view the verse
i vocalized and wrote the words weavish
xylophonic
yin to yang
zero to zenith
but i can't just exit and leave with the primary objective completed
there's too much time left on this beat
and besides
when have you ever known my rhymes to be quick
i speak volumes
food for thought
deep dish
tall crust
it's how the dominoes fall
just eat this
light sails the ocean of space
gets all seasick
the equilibrium must be maintained
darkness is needed
i provide such like melanin
the spine is crucial to the mind
not just the skeleton
you die once they're separate
perspective defines stuff and decides what is relative
the sand winter
we rise up
then descend
a massive cloud and a gust of heavy wind
life's path is round
thus it never ends
it's a circle
we spin
go on the journey again
where we finish is also where we begin
yin and yang
it's the way of things
when night arrives
day decays
despite what time you watch the sky
either side fades away
turn the hourglass on its side
freeze time in place
pause a minute
unconsider the laws of physics
window eyes cannot be simplified like logarithmics

the soul is a complex energetic signature
it's not a tangible object
it's a measurement like temperature

or rather that is what i suppose
how am i to know
wearing a human body
what it is a human body holds
perhaps what we are is too large for our puny minds to hold
perhaps our past will always hide our home
historic
our true origins lost in a spiral hole
but no one knows if what is swallowed can be reacquired though
a beaten path is just that
trees and grass crushed flat
there's a first time for everything
that's math
trust that
things don't change without cause and effect
there's a process
steps
from where they start and they get
what
you think there's never been a bird to fall to its death
how can it fly
if it doesn't try to launch from its nest

push limits
like 'what limits'
they're just limits
disregard scientific laws like “fuxk physics”
all that exists evolves
adjust with it
the fit survive
those not so much
simply die
the sand winter
we rise up
then we dive
turn the volume up
get lost in the winter sky
the mind is an ocean of space to swim inside
there's so much more
but time's up
this is goodbye