thekazenebula(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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my scars remove
blood drips
and falls from my wounds
traveling up instead of down
becoming cosmic fumes
resembling smoke
i begin to float
i start to move
the wind blows
i exalt my moon
for i am drawn to you
nuitari
you offer truth
the sky's garden of darkness roots
the absence of light
where life's shadows often bloom
leaving the same flowers of shade that are produced
pollen is discharged in fine grains to charge ovules
creating more petals
that accumulate
becoming clouds formed of several
they will shower
and beauty will abound when the storm settles
amazing power
mountains can be torn to pebbles
once you're embraced by these flowers
their thorns will protect you
and keep you safe
from drowning in a swirling cesspool
a maelstrom staircase that devours all who step through
ignorance provides its giver with this swirling sense
its giver's vision is diminished
it disorients
blind
one becomes detached from what one lacks interest in
curiosity dies and becomes a mass of emptiness
never lose control
impulse is a brash instrument
an emotion driven brain is what one makes a rash decision with

my master is within
what i imagine is intense

i collapse
and follow the path this presents

shadows in which a bottomless cavity exists
a black hole that swallows what gravity permits
a star explodes
so all that surrounds it is lit
a detached soul
without sorrow
happily adrift
i float on an endless cloud
a nebula of stars
glowing
as dust spins around
in search of the unknown
i roam where nothingness is found
on this sojourn alone
i bear what should not be allowed

the thirst alone tears
the hunger disembowels
such profound starvation
my thoughts quake
my stomach growls
engulfed with hatred for false information
i hunt it down
with a piece of death on each breath my lungs compile
the respiratory stress i endure in chase
is more or less
like john connor
with a terminator stomping on his chest
but i'm determined
just like sasuke
off on his quest
he joined orochimaru for the strength to murder his own flesh
like naruto
when he makes a promise that he won't forget
relying on kyuubi
and the mercy that his cloak begets
like rock lee
earning strength from only blood and sweat
even with critical injuries
he trains
he's so obsessed
like neji
once he realized his future wasn't stone impressed
my conviction is like all of these descriptions
coalesced
i will not surrender
submission on my part will not be rendered
i will voice my heart despite no listeners
and if my defiant screams are torn apart
i will whisper
i am so at peace with cold and dark
it's like i'm winter
i write in accordance with my thoughts
my rhymes are splinters
a conscious presence
suffused
so you cannot forget them
and you cannot remove them
they're rooted upon ingression
spread throughout your mind
like power lines in all directions
where they stay for all of time
you cannot hide from omnipresence
for eyes that seek the truth
i speak to you at my discretion
amassing piece by piece
bestowing you with my perspective
what is assembled is a self-contained world of my invention
these are jewels they don't teach in school
they don't provide these lessons
they provide illusions
blind
stupify and deafen
music's a cosmic method to correspond a message
it endures beyond the death of the artist
it's convalescent
it  persists
like humans with the use of cryogenics
for as you listen
i exist
it keeps you and i connected
when you stop
it's as if you euthanize the nexus
so do i live or do i die
you decide
in essence
but your choice is irrelevant
despite what you choose
my world itself exists
because imagination's the base element
rooted in selfishness
and hatred's development
extinction
the human race will be replaced by intelligence
take off the shell of skin
the skull and the skeleton
these are chains
what remains has been lost in false malevolence
changed and reshaped
at the cost of our own heritage
forsaken and erased by what is wrongly called benevolent
they could have been direct
aimed for the neck and slashed away
but a sharp masquerade is far more apt a blade
my walking staff in place
death a step i have to take
for those who never sleep are only half awake