CD Edition of The 8: Vol.Two EP (prod. by B.Side)
2 of 8 ep's written by Teknical Development .IS
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Artwork by Bionic.
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lyrics
Verse
Poetry spills conversations with the spirits/
Dreaming of days opposite hands stop holding ropes/
To hang these beautiful faces of tomorrow/
Barefaced I say it, no repercussions/
I favour the words of self/
Unseen voices agree, do I care?/
Journeys pass the physical wonders of the 3rd/
No equal life mathematics/
Equation of this Earth bond experience/
Will breaking down distortion, half the portion/
Still the inkwell remains full/
Just to declare I write forever/
Time is nothing, exit this shell return if need be/
Learn forever will war spark in the future request of our future pretending/
No existence of frustrations over sound/
Questions of vibrations, frequencies that kill/
Turn the other page, turn the cheek/
You know these skills last forever/
Blind love don't cry, turn away/
Face no fears, no pains from the others/
Goodbye, the words God said, will we hold the last lies?/
So bad times unfold news, slavery it still exist?
Do you see, do you feel it? The fractals do/
All words hold physical power/
Where do your hungers turn, back to the doors of nature?/
Do you cry for the lust of a beautiful tomorrow/
You turn minutes of nature into experience/
The experience generates emotion/
Now that we can continue, break apart/
Mind body and spirit, choose the meaning/
Actions of Apartheid back in the day, theses days are numbered/
The actions of the oppressor across the planet/
The Sun will soon set on disturbance/
Do you feel it, trapped in the same source?/
Conscious wonders, calm times blank pages call upon with open arms/
The eyes is closed, live from the blackness/
Worlds of the naive, no slaves upon the pages/
Just the freedom of my written speech/
The mental seeds, lust for the chance to separate imagination/
Let it sail but be sure watch the others/
Distant times of the self, storms are coming/
Do you dare test these waters?/
The deeper you go the more breath is needed to survive/
Think before you ask them questions, exploration of the self/
Internal journeys where the self still remains the questioning/
If we all are one, did you write this poem?/
Are you listening did you feel the force connected to the source?/
You circulate the metaphors and life will change and you see it forever last/
Cold times alone, but the digits of the last breath is the warmth/
The path, the self creates deception from the holy book/
Distortion holding nature, we all Christ from some perspective/
Relate all is one, walk the floors of the rhyme with meaning/
Without the tension, the thoughts on paper/
Force back to the future hope resides in the chance of consciousness/
The planet soon decides blessed on the light of its own will/
Will to survive the answers of unknown self pleasures/
This world aint yours inside you find a planet of your own/
The self limitless whilst the natures speak out the blue the unseen/
Indicates the bigger picture, hold still past the hype of meditations/
No black and white faces/
We all brothers and sisters/
Peace as we fade the beat/
Respect to the word and the voice back to the silence/