The Storm from The Sound by Gage

Where do we come from and why are we here
But just to navigate this Life until we all disappear
Try to think it out for ages, it’ll never be clear
Until we’ve polished from our Heart all of the remnants of fear
It appears to me, quite accurately
We’ve been diseased by our beliefs
Appeasing the powers that be and calling it “free”

So free! Like the birds in the trees
We could be singing to the sun for all of eternity
But this ain’t up to me, its a collective dream
We must collaborate to change the state of bein'
From believin’ to seein’ the reason bein’ the season of grievin’
Leavin’ us all buried in strife
Held under a knife…
You’d think we’ve died enough times
To know that killin’ isn’t settin’ this right
Set alight the fire deep in the Heart
So to illuminate the truth that’s been right here from the start
Play a part as long as we are in corporeal form
And we’ll be walking hand-in-hand atop the waves of the storm.

• Experimental
• bardic
• psychedelic
• San Marcos