From the recording The Cardinal Passage
Lyrics
Survived the flames of self-doubt’s church, where prayers decay to sacrament
Shards of obsidian projecting, saw my shadow cracking thin
Street baptisms in the crucible where spirits laugh at them
Loss sculpted every scar, the pain became a craftsman’s pen
I saw friends dissolve to vultures, loyalty was masked with grin
They prayed my steps would falter, wrote betrayal in my manuscript
Questioned if my life was fated, cursed to die or grasp the wind
If God designed a path for me, or hell’s the road I’m captured in
Existence felt like broken glass, reflections of the wrath within
But pain became philosopher, obsidian turned the facts to hymn
The crucible ain’t mercy, it’s a trial to see what man you is
Buried in the burden, infernos became my alibi
I rose out the wreckage with questions that never clarify
Ash in my lungs when the fire made the marrow cry
Dreams in a ditch where the halo and the Pharaoh died
Swallowed in the silence, the violence became our valentine
Bled into the basin, adjacent to where the candles died
Hunger in the stomach, the covenant where the ferals hide
Risk your paradise under guise of those there to guide
Coffins in my conscience, the cross became a parasite
If I should die tonight relinquish me from that which terrifies
Half of what gets us by is the hope theres peace in the afterlife
Trapped between the fractures of a life I couldn’t strategize
Cut against the currents, where the courage and the malice hide
Am I chosen for ascension or condemned by what my karma is
Nightmares in the nebula, the stars became my pharmacist
Feeding me illusions while confusion crafts its arguments
The heart admits the darker pits is a place I'm conflicted parting it
Prophecies of apogees collapse beneath the monoliths
Half breed apologies don't bother me from love thats counterfeit
The blocks disease increase the speed of bodies needing inoculants
Accomplishments are haunted with the ghosts of what the profit bent
The scars we stitch are hieroglyphs, the pain became my parliament
Apocalypse is obvious when you calculate what cost is spent
The consequence of cognizance is bitterness as oxygen
And optimist is ostracized, the eyes reflect the rot of it
Now the populace adopts the sins the spirit split in opposites
You stretch fam but stress slams, watch your blessings get their necks snapped
The test stands relentless, every friendship is a death pact
You left man, but debt’s back, desperation where the checks at
The chest clamps, can’t exhale, every inhale is jet black
Keep it 100 they flex racks but deep down just an emo g
I press hands in prayer, its hard when God won’t ever text back
The cynic in the is infinite, it’s intimate, my nemesis
Insidious, sadistic wit, the soliloquies imprison us
Ridiculous is the way they wish to limit us
Diminish trust malignant when they could replenish love
Dividends and images damage those who significant
Ambition is remaining vigilant despite the destruction imminent
A critic is an outsider who mimics whats indigenous
The syndicate manipulates deliverance and its deliberate
To disintegrate those who simply wish to live