The Silver Cord (Extended Mix)

The apostle of conscious dying

Whispers to me, "Keep on trying

Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum

Safe within the Bardo playground

You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky

While wrathful gods chant your name

You'll never scream, you have no breath

No refuge in between your death"

Power made by Ptah

Beautiful child of love

The gods ascribe praises to him

Maker of things celestial and of things terrestrial

He illuminate Egypt

Traverser of the celestial heights in peace

From the womb I matеrialised

Terrified, uncircumcised

My mothers love; Hypericum

Awake for the caesarean

Like a dog on a freeway

I commit my life to end it my way

I am deaf, I am a mute

I am blind, and I have broken through

I am a vessel

I'm just a poor boy travelling with my body's

Body's

Body imagery

Imagery

I am free

I am marooned and tied to my body's

Body's

Body imagery

Imagery

I am a vessel

I'm just a poor boy travelling with my body's

Body's

Body imagery

Imagery

I am free

I am marooned and tied to my body's

Body's

Body imagery

Imagery