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Outside in6/11/2023 ![]() ![]() Into transparent green, into worlds unseen. We are connected and the wheel turns on the centre line.Īlways running away, tell your secrets to me, of being everywhere and nowhere all the time. We live our lives inside two worlds in parallel. Stepping through the mirror a reflection of myself. Drag this same old Karma around watching time evolve. These are the stories we tell ourselves - you know the bags I carry round. Now that the chains have finally gone, so used to them I can’t move at all. Always the same, all ways the same - old friend do you remember?Ĭhorus: Feels good to be afraid, to feel alive on the centre line. These are the teachings passing down, sending the same old message: flow like the water, sink like a stone. Slow down, focus. These are the stories we tell ourselves, talking to reflections. Morning warning the sky is falling! I will be back to remind you that you turned your eye to this burning sky! Good luck and goodbye! I only hide when opportunity knocks, I only turn a blind eye. I held the key in my hand, I held the key up to the lock, but never turned the key inside. We have met before, we will return, we will be back around. Singing softly now, I can hardly remember the sound. Where the bells and the warning calls are drowned out by cicadas singing, and it’s deafening and comforting like what you will do to me is a catastrophe. ![]() Where the smoke creeps through the trees across the sleeping valley. Search for pleasures of the ego and of skin. Soon you’ll watch them float away on the wind and fall, like they were never anything at all.ĭarkness eating from the Outside In. Keep consuming at the usual rate!Ĭhorus: Let go of the dreams that you held on to for so long you thought that they were a part of you and made you who you are. It’s finally dawning and I’m too busy crawling to another day. Softly creeping sunlight washing over me. See the beauty in this emptiness and starting again. Sink to the bottom of the water and wash up on the shore. Not a picture of the sky, not a painting on the wall. I am washed up on the shore, disconnected from (I know!) the shell I was before. I’m starting over now, I have seen! I have been beyond the point of no return, to unlearn what I have learned - No more fighting, let the circle turn. I’m starting over now I have seen, I have been before. I am where past and future join! I am both sides of the same coin, ever turning in the middle. Let the dam overflow, let the bridges fall. So fast the wheel turns.Ĭhorus: Limited by the sky drawn on the wall. So long ago we passed this place. Caught up in the endless chase. Washed up on the shore, no looking back, can never return. ![]() Do you remember? Follow the echoes, follow stepping stones, I have forgotten. Do you remember? See through illusion, only for moments, behind the curtain. I am the whisper of the trees, I am the song the birds will sing, storm is boiling over now. Forget illusions of control, turning into something colourful.įollow the echoes, follow the words and stepping stones. It’s far too easy to misread the scrolls. I follow the echoes andīut who will hold them to account? These faceless psychopathic money-men who hold the keys and won’t let us out. Interpretation, watered-down and retold, will not carry me home. Take me apart and put me back again.Ĭhorus: I will follow echoes and stepping stones, til I lose my way, lose my shadow. For the moment I see through your way, the world was your game and I was played. We will separate and intertwine, sometimes the road is hard to find. The further up the chain you go, slipperier becomes the slope, but I will follow only where the flowers grow. Behind the corner another greasy handshake waits, another deal to make, that the little guy will lose.
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