bjørn slåder - Essence

Don't get lost in the essence
Don't forget about the lessons
Don't get lost in the essence

Wooden pipe and bark it's lit
To understand the cosmic shit
Yet unaware of how chaos sits
To see a person's psyche split
Oh little red Riding bitch
A perfect pink rises and sets, should I digress?
I'm questioning psychedelic arithmetic

Sputter spit
I feel myself fall into conscious nothingness
My carbon body melts away for a thousand days
The seven texts
Beyond the grave a tie-dye Bic
Sparked an anxious ego shift
I feel my soul evaporate before I can say
F U C K!

A mighty vast that lost its hue
Engulfed the vat of conscious few
The blues and blacks that cut a rug with purple
Wow enjoy the view
The blues and greens begin to feud
And palpitate to write their rues
Until they lose and fuse
And forcefully condense into something new

A little more than I can prove
And surely more than I can do
Create a universe with little more than drugs and giggle moves
Establish ancient runes and rules for willful use of skillful tools
Yet falling flat by global abuse
Wait, who are you?

Sprung awake submerged and suffocate inside oceans away
Vibrate lights of Hecate and millions of sea turtles that say
No plastic straws to jettison?
My man your dumb or just insane
How the fuck else can we package ship and snort all of our cocaine?

Wow, this isn't happening
Eat and fuck on Maggot Beach
They Surely write their tragedies
While astro god is hammering
A wide variety of humanity
Quietly ask for war and peace
I should keep a world so virtu- fuck wait what's happening?

Lost in the essence, don't forget about the lessons
Given no acticlate, could they really use it anyway?
Lost in the essence, don't forget about the lessons
Given no acticlate, could they use it?

Sprung Awake

Open eyes
Witness gift of fire that burns bright
Ashes to ashes
From ashes I spring to life
Every atom that exists comes into sight
Quickly vibrates
Becomes sentient and dies

Demi-God or Idol, planet earth is on the fritz
Re-accept a human title while he's putting on his Ritz
Though I'm quietly entitled quite the trial against my glitz
Holy shit, contemplate existence behind a rolling spliff like

Lost in the essence, don't forget about the lessons
Given no acticlate, could they really use it anyway?
Lost in the essence, don't forget about the lessons
Given no acticlate, could they use it?

Sprung Awake

Written by:
Zachary Grubb

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