Carbon Form Testo

Yes
Never relax
Okay

Cosmic breath, the air element
Find strength in the mental
The thought behind the rhyme’s consequential
The flow’s decked in space boots
Leaping over lunar tombs
Write lyrics in runes and play the muse Inspire fate to paint predestination’s landscapes
For the awakened, imaginations are stargates
Whistle, I’m listening–the pilgrim of the house of the wind
I’m the emissary
Hearing voices in the breeze, observing airy commentary
Asleep in howling deserts with thorn trees in bloom
Until the spell breaks, I am wolf to the full moon
Wild as the monsoon, glassy eyes like crushed minerals
The pattern’s troublesome–planet’s crying rivers of literals
Wooden tears flaking into fragments and splintering
Buried in the earth where dark secrets lie whispering
That the end has not yet come to the place where dreams rest at
I look at self, facing the mirror, nothing’s reflected
Black stone carbon, I’m stardust, bizarre trust
Quiet, part-time mime, invade the mind like archons
My jargon’s a headache to decipher
Never idle, the heavy burden’s only light work to bright disciples
And I’m sky-bound, messenger like Malachi
Cardinal offspring of Capricorn and Gemini
Born from a sandstorm, whirlwinds in my burning eyes Slayed a beast with seven tongues, electrifying
So I vibrate in coded synergy, linguistics my Achilles heel
Wade in stellar waters deep, a mystic whistling in the reeds
That cosmic breath, that air element that finds strength in the mental
Make all doubts of the mind inconsequential

Black stone carbon, I’m stardust, bizarre trust
Quiet, part-time mime, invade the mind like archons