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letra de rhyacian: untimely meditations (2017 version) - the ocean collective

a city of the blind
their vile inhabitants
abashed by their own lives’
insignificance

the silent void of cogitations
absence of signification
committed to burn twice as long and half as bright

we’re dashing forward with our eyeb-lls turned inward
until the end of time, the human eye
staring wide open into the horror of the mind
shall never ever sleep again
we’re dashing forward with our eyeb-lls turned inward
until the end of time, the human eyе
staring wide open into the horror of thе mind
shall never ever sleep again
we’re dashing forward with our eyeb-lls turned inward
until the end of time, the human eye
staring wide open into the horror of the mind
shall never ever sleep again
we’re dashing forward with our eyeb-lls turned inward
until the end of time, the human eye
staring wide open into the horror of the mind
shall never ever sleep again

we have awoken from our sleep
nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep

we have awoken from our sleep
nevermore shall we be unheeding as the sheep
grazing injoyously
living breathily
roaming insouciantly
forgetting instantly

every night
i’m swooping with the vast span of my wings
into the death-throes of my memory
the eternal scourge of the human mind
i’m wandering in times which are not mine
terrified of what i’m about to find
i’m trying to stop the past’s rapid flight
i’m wandering in times which are not mine
lost in between the sh-t and shine
the snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
subduing every mind at bedtime
what will it take to arrive
and cease trying to stop the past’s rapid flight?
how much more do i have to go through
to prove myself that i’m still alive?

we are living in pain
the wind of the past will always shake you in the end
we’re waiting for the day
when we will attain the ability to forget

i’m wandering in times which are not mine
the snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
subduing every mind at bedtime
what will it take to arrive
and cease trying to stop
the past’s rapid flight?
how much more do i have to go through
to prove myself that i’m still alive?

for every day of our lives, the present is painful
the future unknown
the sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable
the future is overgrown

- the ocean collective

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