from the forthcoming Joe Cyrus debut LP, The Space Between Thoughts
No matter where I go, I see myself in the center
of all the matters that I know like a developed placenta
My nourishment is all the chatter that's blown
from all who enter
All who fall and call the catacomb home
the tall surrender
All the small who saw the wherewithal
To call the gall for rending
To "possible" our flaws as cause to bend the laws of mending
Our gods are frauds from thought's marauds
that cause our own pretending,
Barrage the flock with thoughts of loss
and stop the neverending
Pause, for the stars, all the false is mirage
These walls will all fall if you watch how they form
Stall within the jaws of time get caught in the storm
of the Karma law that lulls the blind to snore in its roar
Ignore the force that binds the mind to roll in discord
And contorts the mind to buy the lies it told for its hold
On the world that hides the light that shines from all of its folds
But the wise unbind the ties of time to draw from the source
