Playing Dead – Inner Silence ~ Wandering In Darkness

Inner Silence

The god who commands is in your mouth
And a god sits upon your lips
Know thy god

“The power of man is incalculable.
Death exists only because we intend it
from the moment of our birth”

– Carlos Castaneda

Wandering In Darkness

We have the power to choose the better
And the power to choose the worse
It is we who are to blame for our own evils
If we choose the evil in preference to the good
– Nag Hammadi Library

Watch out the beast’s in you and your thinking
Somehow it seems quite right
There’s too many monks
Confused by their thinking

On the wall words are appearing
They dance on your tongue
‘Til they fill up your eyes

On the wall words are appearing
They dance on your tongue
‘Til they fill up your eyes

Rewrite the book of sins
Let life begin
We are the slain of the armies of the world
Life and death’s a game
But we choose the grave

So where is Eden
Far from the grave
Sold to the witness
Who wants to become a slave

Now the lamb lies down can’t understand
The night let strange forces in
“I’m a God – YES!”
(Yaldabaoth)
Let the apple go
And fear your insight
Your light feeds me
In the darkness of your mind’s eye
I lie in darkness with you

So where is Eden
Far from the grave
Paradise lost you’re falling from grace
But walk upon water or crucufied say
You’ll never find Eden
It’s a whole different state

Take a look at your shroud again
Remember what it’s like to be free – free
Rewrite the book of sins
Let life begin

Raise up the slain of the armies of the world
Life and death’s the game
But we choose the grave

So when you feel you’re falling
As serpents from the tree
Hear speak the water’s calling
For Hades shall you be

Soldiers fight to rite the wrongs
Of innocent and fear
But though they look they cannot see
It’s god that man must fear
GOD!

Soldiers fight to rite the wrongs
Of innocent and fear
But though they look they cannot see
It’s god that man must fear

I fell into a wishing well trying to get free
But rusted tin soldiers are far from unique
I thought I haerd wedding bells
Ringing as they please
But rusted tin soldiers haven’t any
Ears to see by eyes to hear
Limbs to walk on nights to fear
Hands to hold on dreams to dream
The rusted tin soldier never to be free

I fell into a wishing well trying to get free
But rusted tin soldiers are far from unique
I thought I haerd wedding bells
Ringing as they please
Rusted tin soldiers are dead at the seams

Don’t tell me I’m the soldier here
A ghost of a ghost of a god and his fear
Who dreams the soldier’s soul to steer
Thoughts and words that haven’t any eyes…

“Poor wretches we are the soul’s protest
What hard necessities await us
What hateful things we shall have to do
In order to supply the needs of this body
that must soon perish
Make us forget what bliss we have lost
And into what an evil world (ignorance)
we have come down”

– Gnosis