thefreedomofsolitude(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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i live life quite hidden
like looking at camo in night vision
i am a shadow
i am where light isn't
the beat talks on its own
demanding that i listen
puts my mind at ease
like the mechanics of eyes and rhythm
it speaks soft
like throwing a ball underhanded like politicians
what cloud provides is canon of nihilism
my head nods
i'm drawn inside
questioning outside's existence
i experience peace that seldom defines an instant
i know it for just a moment
but knowledge dies to be survived by wisdom
despite its quickness
i learn to appreciate what little time i'm given
that's why i keep music close to my heart like a violinist
honor thyself
not religion
fuxk fear of afterlife consequences
it is said that satan was cast from heaven
for wanting to make god his minion

he was removed

so why would he use hell to punish you
and do as god intended
he'd most likely treat you well
so you'd help provide his vengeance
this is not my opinion
it's just the way that people think the bible's written


it's common sense
it's not scientific

to read is to be lost in a labyrinth of contradictions
how imaginatively the plot thickens
such an elaborate paradigm of fiction
when lies have roots in truth
they'll grow at least enough to bear some fruit
that may look ripe
plus the bite can be deceiving too
the web of lies spreads out wide
while the truth will only reach a few
that's why it's better to be alone than to be in groups

you are shielded from false realities
that are built on “tag along” mentalities that aren't allowed to think
a cattle call
after all
lacks strong individuality
if it's not where you belong
keep sliding like quinn mallory
a prison isn't just bars
it can be a body or a galaxy
how do i get off of e-arth
how do i get out of ME
what good is being awake
out the dream
if nearly everyone else on the planet is sound asleep

and some of the people who've escaped are counting sheep

they want to go back to their “dark city” creation
the false reticulation
willful products of thought manipulation
mentally blind
they walk
lost in ignoration

i offer an invitation to suicide
you should die
if what you do isn't what you decide
why are you alive
look in a mirror
see yourself through your eyes

be yourself
not your disguise
idealize
do not be compromised by prying eyes
your shoes are not their size
they couldn't walk in them a block
with no socks
untied
so whatever their thoughts
they do not apply


life ain't the same as what you're seeing with your eyes
i'll show you over time
slowly help you climb
but you must first travel off land
off sea
and off the sky
draw boundaries for yourself
then disregard the lines
leave the dimension your body occupies
then freeze and thaw time
stop suppressing the power your thoughts provide
only then can you reach the other side
and begin closing in on freedom of the mind

go deep
and continue to sink
fall in upon yourself
distort space
and make its equilibrium weak
i meditate when i spit on a beat
right now
that's my only way of visiting peace

so i embrace its energy and take it to extremities
'cause i appreciate what it's giving me