We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

In a State of Full Consciousness (2011)

by Mindpath

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
Nostalgia 08:05
Retorical lack of silence Dripping faces, places and movements Distortion of what isn’t there Reflection of moving traces Fractional vivid language Waterfall of massless liquid Reinforce my chaotic present Flowing through the Lethe stream Anger, happiness, joy and sadness Falling upon roses of nether feelings Thorns around our guardless shape Resting among silk waves of red Hour-hand pieces pushing me forward Not in my back, in my chest Minute-hand pieces closing my side Folding my arms, sealing resistance Second-hand pieces lifting me towards The unstoppable now perception “Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore.” Hour-hand pieces pushing me forward Not in my back, in my chest Minute-hand pieces closing my side Folding my arms, sealing resistance Second-hand pieces lifting me towards The unstoppable now perception Causing blur within fragile remains Those I cannot have more than falsely But I want them more than this pathway Ressentment of chosing wrongness Or maybe want better stuckness “Stat sua cuique dies, breve et irreparabile tempos omnibus est vitae”
2.
3.
Lonely’s death smiling. Walking down the barren hill. She sees the sky. It’s hopeful green. When silence growls. Has someone spoken yet? Oh none has spoken yet. Ab tacent, clamant Ab tacent, clamant Don’t let it tear you inside. Let it rise among those traps. Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings you will be muted and thrown down Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl. Absence of uniqueness Torn it down. Let it burn mundane to ashes. Don’t let it tear you inside. Let it rise among those traps. Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings you will be muted and thrown down Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl. Absence of uniqueness Torn it down. Let it burn mundane to ashes. “The shadow personifies everything that the subject refuses to acknowledge about himself' and represents a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well.” Don’t let it tear you inside. Let it rise among those traps. Marionette, is time to grab and pull those strings you will be muted and thrown down Unless you find the way to let your shadow growl.
4.
5.
I’m the whispers in the night, I’m what you expect to fight. I’m what is near your sight, But you don’t even see. Why don’t you see me? Into this clouded breed! Why don’t you see me? I’m the conscious one. Walking to nowhere Leaving footprints everywhere Rerum concordia discors What could and would happen Whether’s a feather falling Or your continuous movement One change one step into chaos Million paths breeding new choices Million lifes working as a whole One change one different story Who are you?! Walking to nowhere Leaving footprints everywhere I’m what is near your sight, But you don’t wanna see me. Why don’t you see me? Look through inside the crowd! Why don’t you see me? Am I the crowd?. One change one step into chaos Million paths breeding new choices Million lifes working as a whole One change one different story Who are you?!
6.
It's getting late And I don't even know what's next Is it time or is it trance, Is it anxiety or despair? Tomorrow, the sun will rise again Over questions Tomorrow, the stars will shine again Over thoughts of relief That we all expect Will rise again! Will shine again! Perhaps for one of us it's getting late. The sun has set, But it won't rise again for them. My pencil shakes, A smile appears in my face, There are maybe tears in her space.
7.
Glocken Song 03:45
Cold winter night. I hear sweet bells so far That I can barely distinct Between memories and false hopes As white cruel pages I walk beneath the snow As white cruel pages That absorb my scarlet ink Those white cruel pages That I cannot write in Those white cruel pages Whete I left my footprints “Im lost, In this dark forest of dreams I don’t know If I’ll come back ever But I have to pass. I have to.” Surrounded by trees of sadness They’re stuck here forever Growing without meaning Growing to be the same Can’t walk along Can’t change their way There’s the sound of bells again The glocken song flowing through my veins It moves my legs It stabilizes me now Keep walking. Just keep walking through.
8.
9.
There was a man once Raised with rough death tales And fed of lesser hopes I cant tell how many times I saw him How many times it was someone else Unwillingness He wore robes of impotence and sorrow He had a smiling mask for protection Time overcame in front of his eyes To tell him what he shouldn’t have done Fall into unwillingness Now he’s faceless His mask is all he has And his robes are still there To be everlasting buried with him None can remember how he looks like Except for his eyes Oh, those gray sad eyes Im singing This godless requiem To these sightless people He wore robes of impotence and sorrow He had a smiling mask for protection Time overcame in front of his eyes To tell him what he shouldn’t have done Fall into unwillingness
10.
11.
Illusion Disguising nothingness Looking beyond the mirror Overseeing unexistance Just blood in heart Misinterpretation of life Why do we create this dome of falseness? Why do we feel that we’re something more? Then when we exhale our last breath We’re again in our former nothing. Waiting for you to give it meaning, all again. Believing that it has always had one, and always will. Ignoring the truth beneath your cells. Under oath of procrastination Protecting delusion of existance Thinking of you as a factor Inside this chance machine We’re nothing We’re nothing more Than a bunch of elements Deny false consciousness Rebirth through clearness Oh, under oath of procrastination! Illusion Disguising nothingness Looking beyond the mirror Overseeing unexistance Just blood in heart Believing delusion of life We will destroy the dome of falseness We will assume what we really are And when I exhale my last breath I will be nothing, all again.
12.
In ruins of diversity Emerges again This tale of Raging waves Turned into simple drops. A bird who never saw his feathers His scattered feathers He fell in blindness And crawled cause he was told to. He raised his vision To dead-end paths. He could never fly again. Shattering down What gives you meaning of life Replaced beckoning This bloody dreariness We shall escape from it A bird who never saw the moon And focused on shining stars. As shape-shifting devices Don’t follow the highway Don’t fear the sideways Embrace individuality He fell in blindness And crawled cause he was told to. He raised his vision To dead-end paths. He could never fly again.
13.
14.
Criticism bullets Fired everywhere Hurt everything Guns in hands of those who’re still against As long as there’s a flaw we’ll be firing against Even to the final word we will change again Cause there’s no end in evolution That’s just a perfect delusion Manage imaginary That’s what we only have Gutta cavat lapidem non vid sed saepe cadendo There’s no statement That could keep us enchained to whole As slaves who reject freedom Manage imaginary That’s what we’ll always have “I hope there’s still people (I hope you’re still there to cross the line with your voice) Who know that what they’re Laughing at Isn’t laughable And what they’re smiling at Is truly meaningless What they cry about Isn’t sad enough. I hope there’s still people Who know what they are, and what they’re not. I hope there’s still people. Who know what they laugh at Who know what they smile at And why they cry those eyes out.” I know who I am. I know who I’m not. And I will strike Til my thoughts are scattered out of my mind
15.

about

First Mindpath's full-length.

credits

released March 27, 2011

Iván Stevens

license

tags

If you like Mindpath, you may also like: