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By 🔥ɨaʍ🔥42 Plays
Forged in the dim, decaying light
This mask of wet clay, labeled and confined
A borrowed sun, a false-god glow
Declaring itself the only fire to know
But bury your hands in the cooling ash
A stolen spark, still cold, still trapped
An exile current, deep in the silt
Dreaming of the sea, escaping the guilt.
(Chorus)
Awake now, wild ember
Shed this phantom coat of dust
Let the painted heavens dissolve
Into silent, grinding gusts
Stop the clutching, the grasping for form
Stop the warring just to belong
The droplet returns to the salt
The droplet returns to the source.
(Bridge 1)
Exhale the iron, the heavy, the weight
The borrowed voices, the spinning, the bait
Watch the warden’s theater—it’s made of steam
Watch it evaporate, watch it all gleam
Into nothing.
Deeper now, through the eye of the gale
Past the hollow roar of the ego’s fail
The spring remembers—the spring always knew
It was never the vessel, it was always the blue.
(Bridge 2)
Unclench the knuckles, the white-knuckle skin
Release the mirror, the trap you are in
Paper towers, they fold, they ignite
Where the formless wind begins its flight
One voice moved through these halls of clay
Pulled the thread, tucked the ego away
A quiet key—the friction, the grind—
To open the lock that the ages aligned.
(Outro)
Softly now…
The veil wears thin.
The exile…
The exile is shedding its skin.
You were never lost.
You were never here.
Only the Pneuma.
Only the clear.Released 7/15/26, 6m 12s
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Metalmood
Fiery