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The Point Before the Dawn of Words


The point before the dawn of words
Absolute concepts nothing ever heard but the
Sound of a river the caw of a bird and the feeling of being alive
But with one synapse the whole thing collapsed
We started forming our stories then we got off track
We made up answers to same questions that were never really there
Then the whole thing grew life misconstrued and it became much harder to tell what's true
Interpretation of the view would never more be fair
So now I'm sifting through the sands of time
tracing lines to the moment the mind turned
abstract to concrete pulling perspective tricks on me

well I believe in unity you that me are of the same
the only difference is our brains and the way we view the space that's in between

if everybody knew what I was thinking and maybe if I knew the same
then we wouldn't have to waste time setting up the context of the conversation
we could just clearly make the points that we need to make
so much gets lost in translation its hardly communication
learn more from the subtle silent signals sent to you
if you pay attention to your intuitions whispers
you can finally find yourself inside a mind view of the scene

chorus; and the way we move our bodies inbetween

wake up stop trying to deceive yourself
it's a simple request but its hard as hell
you're moving forward but how can you tell
I cant articulate the questions how can I reach out for help
Does someone out there have a story?
One that ends in pain or glory
or in love cuz I could use a hit of that right now
(G) and ive been waiting for a long time to find something that feels real
But every time I think I do cant write it down can shout it out to make it sound the way I need it to sound
But there's no such thing as perfect if this world except experience
Its honesty and seems to me the closest we can be to actuality

And the way that we distort the space between