كلمات The Silver Cord

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 heights in peace From the womb I materialise 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'm just 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