themorphlabyrinth(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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floating through a fjord
where leads this fluid door
to inner enlightenment
flames flicker
the fire is likened to the human torch
brother to susan storm
uncover what you ignore
you may suffer but you'll endure
for transformation is pain closely followed by relief
a seed explodes but still grows and blossoms peace
the mind's eye  is the window to your soul
try to see
the blood lotus is only obsolete because it opens consciously
it is a garden you must choose to tend
for only you can move within

shape its world and make corporeal what you pretend
a brainstorm within a myriad of foolish men
that conjures so much rain water that you can swim
bellowing plumes of wind that thunder
electrocute and spin
such weather is stellar
no umbrella  can shelter you from this
it seldom is
the elephant in the room exists
welcome it
it's detrimental to resist
its presence drifts
feathers of solitude persist
your nest left unspent
that's what evolution is

the question of what it is to exist
i've such incredible predilection for solutions to this

so i search
frantically but alert
where each tomorrow lurks sanity becomes more inert
can it be a planted tree springing forth from dirt
feeling abandoned
seeks to expand and leave its mortal perch
it's as if the land beneath
on which it stands
has no waterworks
its branches and leaves don't grow
and it can't ignore the thirst
these are the mechanics of a forest's birth
just as they are my response to being stranded on the earth
as we roam through the catacombs of this hell
seeds are sown to grow a home for ourselves
for being alone is an ultimate cell
in which we are as a result overwhelmed
ghosts in a shell
fragments of ourselves broken and frail
a complex puzzle we must reconstruct with no help
piece by piece becoming
growing from what seems like nothing
it's a long walk for a reason
there's no need for running
the weight of ascension
heavy mental
it's a waking decision
every single moment the book of life's pages are written
there's no plagiarism
no distinct soul can imitate existence
no two objects can occupy the same space and instant
there can be only one
the polarity can't be overcome
how can man not grow wings if man can grow two thumbs
the beats fall from a cloud that floats above
the wind is stranded like planets in a solar system with a frozen sun
the sand winter
scrolls of wisdom unfold on drums
we are by ourselves
but not alone like a borrowed sum
abandoned by our memories
our home world forgotten of
but time will tell
we'll understand when tomorrow comes
it's therapeutic
have patience like doctor kill
stay awake
keep your eye open like a dollar bill
be nocturnal and diurnal
do not sit still
observe like a spy
acquire knowledge 'til your mind is filled
the third optic drill spins with gurren lagann skill
simon's spiral will
heaven piercing
it cannot be stilled
do as you prefer
but the words i design and build
will penetrate and fester in your brain
if rhymes are steel

i wield a sword like red pyramid on silent hill
so no matter what
you'll get cut like you body build

behold
the winds of change
air blows
nothing remains the same
life wraps itself in cocoons
and moves from maze to maze
the question is
will it exit adrift and fly away
forward-morphic
or die inside before it finds its way