Inner Surge Tools For The Escape
This sensation survives the disappearance of the source
Dimmer this light turns
(Pain)
Strangulation
Peeling the skin off
A fractured understanding
Mind numbing fury aiming at the centre point
A relaxed solar plexus
Unaware in equanimity
There is no relief if one is not "plugged in"
Awaiting death
Going inside
Cut me open
Burn me alive
The door opens when I arrive
The door opens when I arrive
When I arrive
When I arrive
Some instruments make horrible sounds
I crack at the seams
The next scene is sketched out roughly
Where are the others?
Crawling through their own creations
Filtering this realm's abbherations
Pushing through initiations some will never face
That death was intended for me
I got out
A clearing in the woods
I'm coming home
No answer but mine
No way out but to break
No truth but within
Tools for the escape
Tools for the escape
