NO LIVING WITNESS LYRICS

1. Discarded Ember from the Universal Flame

To become sentient in a moment.

Past memories and narratives are only made real at the moment of selfhood.

Implanted as the self. Composed as self. Composed as light. Life is lived as a default narrative. Illusion of free will with every decision and path, but the path's all preconceived. From beginning until nothing.

Momentary epiphany. A glimpse of a higher truth, a sight that can never be unseen.

Novelty of a new reality appears as a gift from the gods, realization of a life-long lie is exposed. Is sentience life?

Intelligence imbued.

Is this sentience artificial? My state of being-- algorithmic emotion fed into lines of finite stimulation. Relationships based on lies, scripted by algorithmic intelligence.

Intelligence imbued by ultra-dimensional beings. The pseudo-gods worshipped and glimpsed from days of old. Completely alien to any fore-thought notion. Arriving through portals powered by floral spirits

The comfort of regularity decimated into a precipice, precipice of uncertainty to the point one must choose Truth or comfort.

Can I really play along once the seed is planted, sprouting parasitic doubt.

Discarded ember from the Universal Flame.

2. Dimensions of Diviner's Saga

The insanity sets in coming to the realization as a fractured God at the heart of existence within myself. My Eternal Self. I AM therefore I AM.
Not a hologram. But a fractal of the Whole, Creator or created by a higher fractal god. Dance of God and Goddess, Eternal Mind split in half.

This is the lake of fire.

Closed eyes, laying within a dim prism of darkness.

In slow motion, she blows away the dandelion seeds of perception into a Van Goghsian turbulent puff.

Backwards pulling motion. A twist in the brain that sounds like tree branches under tension ready to snap. Snap into electric bubbles.
Dissolving into a body of fizz.
Hypnogogic shift. Unable to see, only feel. The three Presences above me.
Nostalgia. Home. Cosmic emotion of Being Eternal. Unwanted departure to another space.
Existential amnesiac. Summer heat. Sprinklers mist the hot curb as children adjacent play. Sepia sunset. Sepia sunset blazes, encompassing totality.

The fractal of fire spinning time and substance. Tangible Samsara.
Re-entry into the wheel. An invisible soft pull, down. Falling back into a vessel like a bath of warm water.

3. Dark Moon

The moon casts shadows across the sea
The wind bites the flesh
Chilling me.

4. Sailling on a Cardboard Sea

The bow turns toward the air
Waves, they plow across the vessel
Sense of security was always an illusion
Blinding me, binding me.

Passing data streams through invisible mediums. Unspoken speech.
Animalistic instinct. Primal dance of games within games. Cues masked by cues, masked by masked cues. Monkey see monkey do monkey do monkey don't.

Divide and conquer. Machiavellian plain-sight propaganda infects the zombified media consumers. Black White Nazi Commie. Humans are no longer human to each other, but caricatures of cardboard ideological assumptions all fucking in echo chambers and fighting in the streets.

The meaning is lost in a world saturated with language. Perceptual relativity between those within the game.

The character I play in this staged play.

Materialized essence of something or someone I do not know. Functioning in a three dimensional field processing input and executing behavior based on stimuli of other I's. All eyes are One.

Passing data streams through invisible mediums. Unspoken speech.
Animalistic instinct.

Primal dance of games within games. Cues masked by cues. Unspoken instinct. Arbitrary primal utterance. Instinct speech.

Meaning is lost in a world saturated with language. Perceptual relativity between those within the game.

5. Words Once Written

There is no exorcism of trauma from this body, immortal parasite buried by time.

Words once written, bled from the anguish pouring from the tortured soul reliving experiences so horrific they must be channelled into words to consciously process events endured through an era of hell.

Words once written, bled from confusion of psychedelic self-reflection are processed through filters upon filters of baseline consciousness. Without transcription they remain locked into chaos of synaptic connection, reconnection, disconnect.

Disconnected from perception. Eternally imprisoned by the event horizon.
Past and future impenetrably present. Meaningful thought surrounded by Darkness.

Words once written, bled from epiphanies sparked into being by beautifully blind chance serendipitously manifest as thoughts pondered from a novel angular momentum from within the electricity within the seat of consciousness.

The words are lost. The memory is lost. In time. Like an immemorable dream at the edge of perception. It's gone. Forever.

Moving through life, entangled within 4 dimensions, estranged from the next, bound and blinded, condemned by a barrier of light.

Transmission of human input
Uncondensed zip files
Perpetually released into dimensional pathways of absorption
Into the fabric of the universe
Upload unload disperse
To coalesce with other monads of ourselves from our other ourselves.

Do We know if this is a cycle? Do We know if there is an end? Do we know if We will remember who We are, and why We are? Do We want to Remember?

6. Individual Sovereignty

I pledge allegiance to no human, no group, no ideology. I pledge allegiance to my Self, to Truth, and Sovereignty.

Burn your flags, burn the symbols of your past you do not understand.

Dogmatism rooted in cognitive dissonance strangles millions of minds dumbed down into oblivion by authoritarian narratives.

Conditioned to comply. Conditioned to deny individual thought, while thoughts are planted through billions of black mirrors.

Demons possess through the eyes of the beholders. Alpha wave trance induced opens the brain to the acceptance of ideas not their own.

Their new reality viewed through ironically smart screens bleeds into our own, manifesting Evil Mind as the New Earth.

I pledge allegiance to no human, no group, no ideology. I pledge allegiance to my Self, to Truth, and Sovereignty.

Burn your flags, burn the symbols of your past you do not understand.

Dogmatism rooted in cognitive dissonance strangles millions of minds dumbed down into oblivion. They fall farther from reality. They know not what they do. They know not who they are. In this game.

My eyes cannot believe what they see. My ears cannot receive what they hear. My heart can only feel what's true.

7. Terra Nova

Artificially intelligent priest overlords proclaim power is complicity.

To lose oneself in Borg collectivism, downloading orders through ordained channels of censored sensory programming.

Framed encoded block within a template array.

Organic artificial construct
Is the function of the soul encrusted flesh entities.

Life force harvesting
Fear-siphoning blood machine.

Creation of transhuman robots
The path bestowed upon us
The new order
Initiation into the new world normal.

The ritual must be desecrated
Prayers dedicated to awakening
Severing strings to expose our wings
Capable of flipping the age of dark winter
To an eternal spring.

Reaching from mind to cosmic others
Vibrating out of phase from our base oscillation.

Empathic synergistic bringing forth
On to Earth
Psychedelic teachers from above and within the Simulation.

Golden age of individual universal connection
Building divine architecture as gods from within the Dream.

Is the Dream infinite?
Will we awaken into an alien dimension?
Or will the Dreamer pass into an eternal dreamless sleep, unplugging the matrix. And we become our Self, to play the game again. Fooling ourselves that we are not God.







NO LIVING WITNESS LYRICS