Sick Rat - Holocrons lyrics

[Verse 1] Silent goodbyes, recall what was shared Then, darkening skies, all of it's impaired Since, often I cry, to lighten what I bear I can alter the air of a room, by just being there My melancholia's a blanket At times inspired by a spirit, never got to thank it The fountain from which I draw is ornamented A pantheon of deep thinkers, all of them are standing Tall in their marble likeness, the spring from which The flow emerges, is twice as rich, in the sense That no such thing as time exists, when I write These scripts, life can hinge on a dice pitched The eyes are six, that's you and I with our ajnas Aligned with the seventh chakra, can't share What we see, but we see beyond matter when it's darker It's not the final session, just a proffer [Hook] This is wisdom of the holocrons, gathered through the years Now hidden in the darkest corners of the mind Reflect self and you will find Synchronicity with present time, and the divine essence within Balance of the Yang and the Yin A language of its own when it's channelled through the pen Write to sustain life, battle with the jinns All we ever do is sin and repent [Verse 2] On the, road to perdition, forgot where the exit was Never thought that good intention becomes anathema Continue living life in spite, following this vision Of giving love like it is part of my mission I was, born a nurturer, challenged early Late bloomer, glad I made my mistakes sooner than others Sculpture of life, molded by strife, yet underneath The broken ice, the token surprise, a golden heart Once a quicksilver tongue but now I hold the thought Focused, on watching the culprit, if he wants a part I'm, cold as calculus, youthful as the fountain You doubters do not amount to, as pessimism isn't a Survivor's trait, take your pick, my side is the one Where we k**'em with kindness, sending rivals friendly reminders That our stories became paint, then chiseled into the walls Of the pantheon, they're still thinking that it can't be done [Hook] [Verse 3] Wasn't one of the leaders, just went ahead in quiet Went where noone'd follow, settled by the fire Only being to feel it, madness can inspire No believing is needed, no members in the choir Memories of the days of old, when a smile was rare Faded away, in favor of serenity Used to wonder aloud who would remember me Fondly, glancing proudly at those who used to doubt me None of it matters now, casualties are mourned, sure But reasons they are gone for are no longer pondered Once vaunted, now taunted, a lightyear glare Scorns repeat offenders, why issue more warnings? Certain things certain people certainly will never learn As long as you deem yourself the teacher Cause lessons abound, beyond words, sitting on a bench In the park, glad to be on this Earth... [Hook]