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Recorded December 26, 2020 at Etching Tin Studios in Richmond, VA.
Produced by Richard Schellenberg and Among The Rocks And Roots
Mixed by Richard Schellenberg
Written by Abdul-Hakim Bilal and Samuel Goff
Lyrics by Abdul-Hakim Bilal
Abdul Hakim Bilal - Vocals, Bass
Samuel Goff - Drums, Vocals
lyrics
(Boon) my spirits(guide) my spirits(move) my spirits protect from
oblivion. (Truth) my parents(tried) my parents(proved) my parents
tried the best they could. (Tomb) inside i(froze) inside i(died) inside
I hated the shape I’ve become. (Cocoon) now I must(heal) now I
must(grown) now I must forgive for damage done. (Move) no
more(hate) no more(lies) no more excuses for giving up. (Abuse)
my body(failed) my body(broke) my body was no strong enough.
(Drugs) wrapped up in(pain) wrapped up in(guilt) wrapped up a
needle inside my arm. (Death) all that i(loved) all that I(tried) all
the lives I left behind. (Choice) now I have(grown) now I have(soul)
now I can see the change I have made. (Form) wisdom it(blooms)
wisdom it(holds) wisdom is what I gained from death. (Love) now I
can(see) now I can(give) now I can heal from giving back.
(Freedom) freedom from(you) freedom from(me) freedom from
the pain and the guilt.
My heart was cold, from the pain that I hold. My soul was black
from demons inside. Fear behind walls, self contained hate. Not
worthy of love, not worthy of fate.
Remove it from me, all the lies that I see. I am no man, I am no he.
It’s the way that I feel, it is so real. Gender is lies, the spirits divides.
Am I a man or am I a soul? Bound to a lie, bound to control. Chest
full of walls, from the damage it caused. I want to love, but the
feeling is dulled. Free me, of this shell that I hold. I want to be
warm, but inside I’m cold. The sun speaks within, through its four
eyes I see. Four dimensions of glee resonates with me. A crown of
flame, sits above the mind. A channeled streamed I am meant to
express.
The seeker in me, would not let me rest. A will to change, to be my
best. The healer in me, allowed me to see. The walls in my chest
was put there by me. No more hiding in fear, salvation is near.
Open my chest, shed a tear. Birth and rebirth, I am rid of this curse.
A fire within, with golden skin. Spirits they nod, my body applauds.
The hate subsides, my seas are calm. A fragile being, tossed to a
hell, beaten and hazed into a callused shell. I had to let go, I was
destroying myself. When the drugs are gone, I still failed myself.
My soul burns bright, a beacon in night. Choose not my scorn, sator
my form. Boundless within malkuth.
The truth lies within balance. One that destroys must plant a seed.
Within me is instinct, guided by the spirits genius. Withholding
nothing. The seer watches. Reality is what we deem so. Energy is
abundant. I haven’t lost anything, that I cannot gain back. I haven’t
forgotten the path that I was destined to walk. I haven’t lost the
respect that I had gained from the pain. The honest truth is the
fact, I would of died long ago. Without the help of the souls behind
each lesson of life. Is a soul guiding light flowing from within.
Flawless feeling from chest, vibration from my gut. Endless love
from abound, granting me freedom to live. Sobriety of the mind,
granting secrets to life. When my mortality fades, I will be greeted
in kind. Fearlessness in my heart, toward the path of death. I will
be greeted by those who hold the jewels in their eyes.
They come for me inside my dream. Demon born with me, so I can
see. They call, they’re calling me. The pain I see is apart of me. The
rest of me is incomplete. Until I learn to see my enemy. The flaws
that were apart of me melt away with the sea.
My soul burns bright, a beacon in night, choose not my scorn, sator
my form.
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