The Silver Cord (Extended Mix)

The apostle of conscious dying
Whispers to me, "Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the Bardo playground
You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky
While wrathful Gods chant your name
You'll never scream, you have no breath
No refuge in between your death"
Power made by Ptah
Beautiful child of love
The gods ascribe praises to him
Maker of things celestial and of things terrestrial
He illumineth Egypt
Traverser of the celestial hеights in peace
From the womb I matеrialised
Terrified, uncircumcised
My mothers love, Hypericum
Awake for the caesarean
Like a dog on a freeway
I commit my life to end it my way
I am deaf, I am a mute
I am blind, and I have broken through
I am a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery
I am free
I am marooned and tied to my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery
I am a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery
I am free
I am marooned and tied to my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery
Power made by Ptah
Beautiful child of love
God, ascribe praises to it
Mighty lord of awe-inspiring terror
Foremost creator
Of none is greater
Ye illumineth the tempest
Drink the gas in the house of fire
Suspender of the sky
Who hammered out the earth
Firm of horns to set the oceans ablaze
Foremost creator
Of none is greater
Ye illumineth the tempest
Ye illumineth the tempest
The apostle of conscious dying
Whispers to me, "Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the Bardo playground
You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky
While wrathful Gods chant your name
You'll never scream, you have no breath
No refuge in between your death"