The Man With No Face by Slice The Cake
[I. The Shimmering Tides of Revelation]
[Instrumental]
[II. Into The Void]
Today I seek to procreate, exonerate the sickly skins.
My former selves, they drift away into the ether.
As I'm reborn without a face, without a name,
I find my true vocation.
Too many times have I seen squander in myself and in
others
While not manifesting the purity I sought
With such a fatal flaw, I joined the masquerade;
A grand charade in which we all participate
With no excision.
A transient glimmer of in-corporeality from beyond the
veil.
Into the eyes of light I gaze, transfixed as my soul is
purged of all its bile;
I bathe in the source of magnanimity.
I feel
I've known you before.
Re-united as one.
I feel your presence here.
We have met before.
And to this day I have held your hand,
Your guidance never leading me astray,
But into light and hope, you give me purpose beyond all
that is earthly.
I see the masks with which we play our games,
indulgences for cosmic gains;
Fulfilling archetypes, the dreamer dreams.
Into the void I leap, convinced of destiny,
Protected by my faith in that I cannot see;
For I have read your lips and I have felt your shame,
Have no fear, my Brother, for this pain is shared.
We ache in unison for reconciliation.
Let us take this step as above so below.
As above so below,
Veils upon veils,
Veils upon veils,
I renounce myself.
[III: Traversal of the Immaterial]
I've had too many sleepless nights,
Too lost in restless thoughts,
Fragmented dreamscapes assault my reality
As the shards of my excursions flutter in and out of
sight.
Oh God, what have I done to bring this on myself?
Is this my punishment for past transgressions
Or is this simply a test of my will to continue against
all logic
For a taste of the fool's gold or some unearthly
reward?
Is this a dream or is this real?
Is there more beyond the veil?
Is there an answer that can ease my burden?
My tortured heart it sinks into the depths of misery,
I feel frustration mount, the pieces just won't fit.
Is this just all a game,
The rules of which are not revealed
Until it takes its dying breath?
I want so badly for it all to just make sense.
Too late, it's all too late... For me?
Tell me that I can trust, tell me that I can love.
Tell me I have a face, tell me I have a name.
My ears they hear no music, my eyes they see no shapes;
Just an amorphous mass of subjectivity.
If all is relative, how can there ever be a truth?
The bitter tasting certainty eludes both me and you.
For in the name of God they sing their praise,
But still I cannot feel his presence.
You leave me cornered against my will.
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