My friend Sam, who writes and performs trip-hop music as "The Revisitor", performed this spoken word for me on the EP. He has a style all his own, and while you may not agree with me I have to assert that I'm not kidding when I say that he makes some of the best and most interesting music I think I've ever heard and I've heard so much. Please check him out when you get the chance at www.myspace.com/madvisuals4u ; I can't wait for his album to drop!
4.) First
I sit looking down on myself, observing behavior in ritual. I come to the realization that something massive has escaped me: my soul, my soul. I no longer have one. I’m living in a spiritual void, spiritual void. And everything seems empty all around me: spiritual void. And everyone is singing but it’s hollow, resonating not on tired ears. Everyone is trying to pile together, all into the void. They’re paranoid, paranoid. Into the void, paranoid. I am the void. Irreconcilable.
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