King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard - The Silver Cord

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

Written by:
Ambrose Kenny Smith, Joseph Walker, Lucas Harwood, Michael Cavanagh, Nicholas Craig, Stuart Mackenzie

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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