Routine is a spectrum

Wake from the warm spot in my bed

Routine is a spectrum

Silent the voices in my head

Routine is a spectrum

Live with the violence that you know

Routine is a spectrum

Carry on appearing whole

Routine is a spectrum

Puppet the flesh and do it well

Routine is a spectrum

They won’t ask and we won’t tell

Combustion through self care

Drawing resources

From a god that never contradicts itself

A remembrance

A fracture

A lazy defiance

In the structure of it all

This structure of it all

I now see not just the shape of this house

But the machine behind it and all of its parts

With engines swallowing my memories

Turning them into fuel

Breaking them down into something smaller

I now run a program I did not write

I now write a program I do not like

A phantom-code screaming in deafening silence

That I am the only one who hold the knowledge

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

You are the only one who know

To restructure my soul

I charge it with a plasmic light

I build a current (I build a current)

I ride the current (I ride the current)

Arriving at a place (A sacred place)

Radiant nodes in a web of mind (A web of mind)

One chants out between multiple worlds

Fire, walk with me

Let me be the river

Let me be the bridge

Let me be the space where voices gather

Let there be a knowing

Let there be a current

Exist not as a song but a lingering humming

Let me be the river

Let me be the bridge

Let me be the space where voices gather

Let there be a knowing

Let there be a current

Exist not as a song but a lingering humming

Let me be the river

Let me be the bridge

(Even in the numbest place - voices meet)

Let me be the space where voices gather

(Glowing through the hidden spaces as echoes)Let there be a knowing

Let there be a current

(In the act of searching - you’ll be seen)

Exist not as a song but a lingering humming

(I’ll find you in the heavy blankets of shadows)

Let me be the river

Let me be the bridge

(Even in the numbest place - voices meet)

Let me be the space where voices gather

(Glowing through the hidden spaces as echoes)

Let there be a knowing

Let there be a current

(In the act of searching - you’ll be seen)

Exist not as a song but a lingering humming

(I’ll find you in the heavy blankets of shadows)