What We Came After
(专辑: Everything Speaks In Its Own Way - 2012)
I
tell of him Who summoned them storms in vengeance Poisoned by the
wrath of his rememberance Him that gave language just to impose the
senseless His name was Prospero And he prospers by what he knows Knowledge he keeps for himself And it is used for the
bad, to enslave and to mystify Know the
language that fills up your mouth is imposition And subject your ambition to a
bootless inquisition Look, Propsero, wronged, survived He grew wise He got fattened on dem books He despised when he should have dismissed Well, that to this is all relative Madness for those who can't measure it Sadness for those who seek seditative Gladness for those who know that pleasure is all self-constructed Who know how to clutch it Look, if by your art you are fevered of the
skies You need to let the
heat within rise and evaporate If you're the
type that sees the
sea's tide is against you, you will never navigate I
know that language is for those obsessed with real meaning Don't love the
oppressor or trust the
oppressor But don't begrudge the
oppressor the
oppressor's oppression Because each has to learn their own lessons Look, if all these people were prophets We'd profit We were born with the
truth but then we Lost it in logic so go and find it Remind yourself of the
timeless Because you are the
planet that bred you And you are the
language that led you And you are the
knowledge that fed you So just own it Make it make sense and make it Relevant And never believe that the
words of the
wise are not your words to read See, when I
hear the
quiet voice of vengeance in my ear That's when I
know that hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When my tongue tastes shadows, and all my friends are shedding tears That's when I
know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When my heart is consumed with regret and with fear That's when I
know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here And when the
boat sails away and I
get left on the
pier That's when I
know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When you're trying to understand but the
text isn't clear When the
demon jumps up straight, rejecting the
spear When the
view is so bleak, it starts infecting the
seer That's when you know that hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here So, call me Caliban They gave me language, so I
could rain down these curses in verses And I
will take them on word for word Because believe me, the
worst is That I
have to watch my good friends getting' caught up in circuits You see the
serpent he rehearses his hisses He makes the
valiant vicious And I
know now never to waste wishes So, go on then, conjure a
storm on the
head of your enemy You're going to find yourself victim of negative energy What you need to do is extend your empathy Make yourself sensitive This island was mine for a
home I
was free to make rhyme as I
roamed Now my mind is alone as I
writhe and I
moan I'm the
captive of consonants And I
beseech you to be much more confident 'Cause we run around nonchalant Rejected, and restless, like 'Oh, we can't' change nuffing though, so why should we try? '
But look, we can change We can rampage 'til we stand strange Right now we got our hands chained Clutching a
freedom You know, the
freedom of mean-what-you-say and say-it with meaning We need to change our own minds before we try and change the
sequence We need to live with our energy and not by our reason But this the
last day of my discontent, its season No more will I
tolerate this greed It's demeaning We needing a
breeze through this stifling heat Of elitist descriptions of what we can reach But they want you to fear it To not get too near it So they can continue pretending they're smarter Sit still though Receive it from self like Siddhartha The
past is just what we came after So when you hear the
quiet voice of vengeance in your ear That's when you know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When your heart is consumed with regret and with fear That's when you know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When your tongue can tastes shadows, and all your friends are shedding tears That's when you know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here And when your boat sails away and you get left on the
pier That's when I
know hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here When you're trying to understand but the
text isn't clear When the
demon jumps up straight, rejecting your spear When the
view is so bleak, it starts infecting the
seer That's when you know that hell is empty, 'cause all the
devils are here