Empty are words that are regurgitated

From type sanctified

Tainted is air when you breathe what is spit in your face

The virus survives



Echoless chamber of your mind

Unknown to the boundaries that are defined



Enter the echoless chamber

Deep inside the core

Enter the echoless chamber

Where the source is pure

Descending through the black…



Type analyzed without a fleeting notion

Of what lies inside

Stamped to be chained and bound by thoughts

That man has contrived



Enter the echoless chamber

Deep inside the core

Enter the echoless chamber

Where the source is pure



Preconceptions, escape

Foul taste, spit up, too late

Disconnected madness

Persecuted genius

All your thoughts and actions

Based of other’s reactions



Echoless chamber of your mind

Unknown to the boundaries that are defined

Descending through the black…



I awoke to the splashing of footsteps

Deep underground

Before my eyes, dark stalagmites formed

From the dripping sound



Looking down into the dark we realize

We are our own makers

Turn and be blinded by

Your shadow’s creator



Shadows steal the color from the world around

Echoes trace the silken web which we are bound



Many times I have sought the sculptor

The architect of thought

Always ending at the beginning

Grasping through the dark



Shadows steal the color from the world around

Echoes trace the silken web which we are bound



Realizing I had been chasing reflections

My skin began to glow

Truth resides in this new realm of light

I cast no shadow of my own



Looking down into the dark we realize

We are our own makers

Turn and be blinded by

Your shadow’s creator



Shadows steal the color from the world around

Echoes trace the silken web which we are bound

Shadows steal the color from the world around

Echoes trace the silken web which we are bound



Within the shifting chamber