nature // notyours Lyrics

"All that you touch you change

All that you change changes you

God is change"

Octavia Butler

Earthseed student

Elusive knowledge

Knowledge the journey

Momento mori

I must accept what's inevitable

Not yet

Not yet

I feel foreign, may be my nature

Forest

Metaphor for a forewarning

When the storm's forming

Sure enough losin' my coordinates

Torn up roots of my story

Would I die for it or forfeit it

Is it my ordinance or is

All of this more or less a performance

Informant as dormant as doormats

Seems that we can't afford asking anymore

Yet any less is boring

Needless to say I keep recordin' it

Seeds sowed we don't reap all of 'em

Fortunate the bar above a modicum

We know not when the harvest come

Rule is you'll leave it to the arbiters

Pawns lined up like dominoes

Tumble like laundered clothes

Stomach in a knot, no, not no nautical

I don't know why no more (Why)

Evergreen leaves don't fall in

Fall when all others long goners

But every epoch is a departure

And God alone knows what's comin'

Tree branches a secant to the circle of life

I could see taking shortcuts, sure, but my circle is tight

Somebody give me a word of advice

No shortage of lies

Was I born or comprised

Product of soil or soylent

Silence is an option

Less and less the more that I find

I don't know where I am or to begin

(I don't know who, I don't know where, I don't know how)

I don't know why I am who I am

(Why)

I fell for it, followed my nurture

Formless

Molding my mental discordance

More every morning

Sure enough losin' assurance

In what I thought was my story

Should I fight for or abhor it

Did I write this or absorb it

All of our common sense is imported

Coordinates more than a point on a map

We feasibly can't afford asking

What that means till the next EP

I'll just say I'll be reporting it

Proletariat or a laureate?

What I am all depends what you observe

No one hidin' from the eye of Sauron

Why I codify a message in the obscure

Contours and the corridors of my cortex vex minotaurs

It's a Mordor-esqe fortress, so a tour mean a war vet

Vet the tourists at the door with a warning

Enter at your own risk

The truth too morbid for most

Most choose the illusion

Worship the throne as the ultimate goal

But it's only an ornament owned

By the corporate board (Bored board)

You know what that makes us right

Pawns or a respawned ghost in the shell

I was born in a hoax, and I woke

With a thorn in my throat as I tell you

All they sell you's your own soul

I do not know who I am

("All that you touch changes you")

I do not know why I can't

Why