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This episode of the Cult of Psyche podcast features a poetic and musical exploration of themes such as secrets, transformation, and witnessing hidden truths. The performance weaves together spoken word and song to create a haunting and introspective atmosphere.
Original Transmissions/// initiate_layer
Observers see the surface.
/// within ∞ The Current
Browse era →[music]
They come like rain with broken names. Spill the ghost [music] into my hands. Every secret wants a witness. Every scar wants to be understood. I don't speak, I don't resist. [music] I just become the one they trust.
I wear the stories in my lungs like borrow a small black same. [music]
[music and singing] Close the book. Don't say the name. Some truths live better [singing] in the dark. Some wars and quiet in the heart. I was born at the start of the fight. Always [music] standing where the ending breaks.
Doors won't open and [music] remember me. Every beginning leaves gravity. Yeah. I step [singing] where the air still breathes. [music] New blood in the old geometry. If it's going to live, it's going to burn through me. My hunger isn't gold or [music] crowns.
[singing] It's a sound of a system upgrading. I don't rise for the [music] mirrors applause. [singing] I rise for the ones still caged and waited. A ladder built [music and singing] from bones and vows. Every wrong is a promise made. If we send we shed the
[music and singing] light. If we fall, we fall in flame. [music] Whisper cuts through the roar. Softest [music] breath [singing] our front door. No thunder, no warning sign. Just a blade of truth between fight and fire.
I was born at the start of the fire again. Always standing where the [music and singing] ending breaks. Doors don't open, they remember me. Every [music] beginning leaves a scar on gravity. Yeah. I step where the air still breathes. New blood in the [music and singing] old geometry. If
it's going to live, it's going to burn through me. Through me, through me. [singing] Lightning [music] doesn't ask for consent. It interrupts the environment. One [music] clean strike [singing] through the sleeping lie. Initiation by impacting life. I don't [singing and music] come gentle when the
world goes numb. I don't knock off when the gate is arrest. Some wake up choir or a wound that [singing] feels like a learning head.
[music] Now I carry the inward lines [music] and the truth I chose not to say. Every instinct that's spared my life still hums like a [music] distant [singing] blade. I know when to speak. I know when to
[music] vanish, [singing] know when to strike, know when to wait. The map [music] is written in love and breath. I navigate by the shape of faith. I keep starting wars with gravity. Keep pulling. [music] Got to see if evolution [singing] needs a witness. It keeps
dragging that witness to me. Yeah. [music] Rise like a question mark or like a sermon and broken chain. [music] This is going to change. It's going to cut through me. Through me, through me. Turn the [music] lock.
Kill the [singing] light. The story is done. [music] The gates alive.
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