The Silver Cord (Extended Mix)

The apostle of conscious dying
Whispers to me, "Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the Bardo playground
You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky
While wrathful gods chant your name
You'll never scream, you have no breath
No refuge in between your death"

Power made by Ptah (beautiful child of love, the gods ascribe praises to him)
Traverser of the celestial heights in peace

From the womb I materialize
Terrified, uncircumcised
My mothers love, Hypericum
Awake for the caesarean
Like a dog on a freeway
I commit my life to end it my way
I am deaf, I am a mute, I am blind
And I have broken through

I am a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
Bodies, body imagery, imagery

I am free, I am marooned and tied to my bodies
Bodies, body imagery, imagery

I am a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
Bodies, body imagery, imagery

I am free, I am marooned and tied to my bodies
Bodies, body imagery, imagery

Power made by Ptah
Beautiful child of love
God, ascribe praises to it
Mighty lord of awe-inspiring terror
Foremost creator
Of none is greater
Ye illumineth the tempest

Drink the gas in the house of fire
Suspender of the sky
Who hammered out the earth
Firm of horns to set the oceans ablaze
Foremost creator
Of none is greater
Ye illumineth the tempest
(Ye illumineth the tempest)

The apostle of conscious dying
Whispers to me, "Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the Bardo playground
You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky
While wrathful gods chant your name
You'll never scream, you have no breath
No refuge in between your death"