If something like a beat can keep me sane
Then something must be beating in my brain
Something has been eating me away
Like how we’d be so peaceful when it rains
Yet still we are uneasy and complain
Why do we treat the beautiful as if it is so plain?
Why do we act so evil and afraid?
And treat our fellow man like he’s deceitful or insane?
So many different things within a day
Why obsess over the thing that’s in the way?
Sometimes it’s tough and some will lose their way
Everyone believes in god it’s just that some refuse to pray
And God can come in many different shapes
Take in solace of the colors and their many vivid shades
Plants, animals and monuments that bathe within the rays
I can see the many majesties in any given space
I take pity if you gravitate towards bickering debate
Or try to pick apart the particles and molecules that make
Man is all but what he offers to create
For it belongs to finer grace
So strive to find diviner fates from higher places
Discovery Of Self.The grand architecture
The unexplainable masterpiece to an art collector
Don’t deppreciate your value when
You ARE the precious metals
Golden bones of future, past and present particilple
You are the riddle and the answer
General, Commander, Captain, Major, Admiral, Lieutenant
Divide the universe and find the truth within it
Decide your fate and choose your limits
Go defy the fakes, define the newest physics.
Guess I’m still tripping, since my birthdate
Solar eclipse inside an earthquake, what these words make.


Discovery Of Self is not exclusive
Distant time and place, elusive, hard to tell its obtainable
Through trial and tribulation little seed must grow to flower
In the rabid grasp of savagery the dawning hour is now
But who we are and what we are is not determined by our actions
Rather classified by how we have distinguished what is absent
Or important.
Windowless and altogether hollowed confidence
The consumation of your heart and soul will lead to providence
But know the roads are littered with negative instruments
Set to disengage your orchestration from it’s sibilance
And knowing is but half the battle, the other is unknowing
So in honesty we’re zeroed with no sign of time slowing
And I’m only just an archer, dry firing wild and blindly
At enemies undefinable, created and gestated in high society’s
Camoflauge of a sigil in digital revolution
Yet we’re chained to modern ideologies of retribution
Must I burn here by my lonesome?


Disovery Of Self is not a game to win, nor an art to master
Those who seek the answers shall be sworn into their own disaster
Even after all the positivity and all the laughter
The distractions only zone us out from what never really mattered
We have tripped too far beyond the reach
Communications with the base have ce..as..ed...
And I seek to keep these fragments,
Expanding evermore at a rapid rate
But every time I’m met there by a tragic fate
Discovery Of Self is not immediate
there is patience in the process
Somewhere along the road we have forgotten this
And so begins our journey, a trial set in flames
We will know no more of what we have learned
We must prepare to be erased.//