Yob
The Illusion of Motion
1. Ball Of Molten Lead
Death on the horizon
Consciousness asleep
The soul is unprepared
Fear runs deep
Always agonizing
On what can't be known
Heavy is the burden
When the tester rules the throne
Try to realize
Who's born and who dies
Struggling to know
The truth to this bardo
The wright of knowledge
Burden of old
It seems so simple
With eyes closed
Starting to wake up
From an ageless ruse
What once was choice
Now I can't refuse
Try to realize
Who's born and who dies
Struggling to know
The truth to this bardo
The ball of molten
The ball of molten lead
Trying to dislodge
Trying to dislodge the ball of molten lead
Feeling found and lost together
Gone too far to turn back now
King of death is overthrown
Bid this world a last goodbye
Void the gaze without the eyes
Shedding tears but no one cries
Inhale the space of the vessel
Bid the host a last goodbye
So sick and tired of the lies
Force fed as truth in perfect disguise
Squander this life in belief of the false
I try but I can't dislodge this
Ball of doubt
2. Exorcism Of The Host
Can't hide the darkness within
Darkness and the light entwined
No chance for mercy and salvation
Endless struggle for dominance
Oil and water
Fuel for the slaughter
Breeds remorse and breeds regret
The false prophets scream their disease
Burn the bridges to feed the wolves
Cannot find solace in this state
Duel nature of the possession
Reaching for heaven finding hell
Oil and water
Fuel for the slaughter
Breeds remorse and breeds regret
The false prophets scream their disease
All right-the inner war begins
Clear sight-past an future dead
In the eyes-delivered from dispair
In the all-the host be banned and broken
All right-the self takes charge of thee
Clear sight-the truth is clear to see
In the eyes-the rigpa is dawning
In the all-for once a true life begins
Within. Within
Set free
One for man, one for the all
One for peace buried in earth
One for souls who pray for mercy
Cannot feel any pain
In the darkness on knees and crawl
Trying to find the way out of the mental maze
Pursued by the ghosts of what is and what will be
To escape the iron will of the host
3. Doom #2
Inside the anger grows
From words made up of dust
The false leaped from the breath of centuries
Tearing our lives apart
Worlds below sleep in ignorance
With dissention from the skies
Mass daily chanting gleam of madness
In their eyes
Decadence within the law
Wage destruction on the void
Devour all that's held as sacred
Fools will feast well tonight
While they lived
With dissention from the skies
Worlds below sleep in ignorance
Of their demise
To be gods in lies
Constant race we have to find the cure for the misery
Eden's fall, fall from grace
Imaginary Disgrace
Take the pills
To erase the pain
Subliminal it's so obscene
Confusion rules
As we try to find the cure
For the misery
Ride out on the desert
To do battle with the mind
Afraid of what I'll find
Afraid of what I will find
Disenchanted-sell what is meant to be free
Take for granted-the eternal truth of the whole
Cannot live in these golden chains prison in disguise
The world engulfed in flames fuels the wretched false
Perpetuate the dream
I will awake the sleeper within
4. The Illusion Of Motion
Can no longer stand the pain
Life and death both chains
Try to climb the human walls
Tear them down and see what remains
Emptied of the embattled false
Will to resist disappears
Emptied of half truths taught from birth
With the dawn of emptiness
Overjoyed with our pain
Fall asleep another thousand years
I hope we find eternal rest in the bed that we've made
All around is the sutra
All phenomena empty
With no beginning and no end
Nothing lost and nothing gained
The mind grasps at fleeting phantoms
Nothing is seen as it is
The world seen through tainted eyes
The Illusion of motion
Overjoyed with our pain
Fall asleep another thousand years
I hope we find eternal rest in the bed that we've made
Solace within the grasp
Of those who embrace this life
The ball of hot lead burns in the back of my throat
The doubt mass burns the doubt mass the doubt mass remains
To far to turn back now
Spectre revealed godhead removed
[Tibetan Chant]
Brothers sisters unite
There's no reason to die
Tear to pieces we're torn apart
Slaves to this battle slaves to this war
For life for life
To quell the sorrow
Born from belief
All of our knowledge
All of our tragedies
Risen from dust
Tears of yesterday
Recreated today
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