Of No Name And Form. . . Lyrics

An illness sewn secret
Blinded as one
Existence awakenings
Softer stillness, calm
Serenity my thoughts are of
No name and form
Passing of words
And realizing that as with them I do exist here

Reborn, only in meaningless forms of the mind
Norms complexities bound within, thoughts, and lungs
Neither is real, substance has become this thought
Denying conflicting the witnesses of translucent dreams.
Dreams, findings of self occupancy a figure of, of
The illumined man speaks from within

And we ask ourselves for, allure, subtly more
And we ask ourselves for

As we shed our skin and cry, morning the questions of divine
As we ask ourselves more

Answers keep seeking questions
Among illusions we seek no more