Lyrics
HAUNTED HOUSE
Memory is the tomb of days, the nowhere self located; map of time, urgent giver of the divided parasite, mirrors and lies and legal crime, a voice of no reference baits the tongue, form; the blessing of substance lost, cities of bone mutate the rapture, and every muted conscience is crossed.
Gathering symbols, living by law, gathering symbols, breeding the raw.
Meaning is a lion you feed everyday, till the food is gone then it eats you, the light of circumstance is bleeding shadows, the logic felt just like two is two, divining the gist of this subconscious sermon, pure being as insubstantial as a thought, we negotiate and navigate the real, by what touching the flame has taught.
Gathering symbols, living by law, gathering symbols, breeding the raw.
The self that creates the ghost that haunts the world, but vision cant penetrate the surface of what it’s seeing, so If no one really sees you naked, how can you validate your being?
Sept.01
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