Life Substance #11 - The Fate Element

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
You think the moment vanishes when the day is done
Like a shadow fading in the setting sun
You think your anger or your loving word
Is lost forever, silenced and unheard.

[Pre-Chorus]
But deep behind the mask, behind the brain
Beyond the pleasure and beyond the pain
There sits a silent disk, a recording wheel
That captures every truth you feel.
It is the lightning rod within the soul
That keeps the fractured pieces whole.

[Chorus]
(Powerful, Majestic, Full Orchestra)
I am the eleventh substance, the silent guardian of the spiral’s turning wheel,
I store the cosmic blueprints and every talent kernel that your soul has ever known.
I catch the energetic arcs of every thought you think and every way you feel,
Through me, the harvest of your past becomes the future seeds that you have sown,
For in my archive, the justice of the universe is etched in living stone.

[Verse 2]
Look closely at these sparks of turning fire
They are the kernels of your heart’s desire.
First, you stumble, trying to learn the art
A clumsy effort, a fragile start.

But do it twice, and do it once again
I store the "Gold Copy" beyond the ken of men.
What once was struggle turns to automated grace
This is how a genius claims their place!
I turn your labor into talent’s prize
I save the wisdom when the body dies.

[Bridge]
Bodies may wither, the brain turns to dust
The physical garment, surrendered to rust.
But I reside where the "I" sits on high
In the Super-consciousness, I cannot die!

I carry the habits, the organs to be
The blueprint of your future biology.
From mineral to plant, to animal and man
I am the architect of the eternal plan!

[Chorus]
I am the eleventh substance, the silent guardian of the spiral’s turning wheel,
I store the cosmic blueprints and every talent kernel that your soul has ever known.
I catch the energetic arcs of every thought you think and every way you feel,
Through me, the harvest of your past becomes the future seeds that you have sown,
For in my archive, the justice of the universe is etched in living stone.

[Outro]
Sowing and reaping...
The talent is sleeping...
Then waking and growing...
The energy flowing...

You are the master, I am the tool.
You are the student, I am the school.
Substance Eleven...
The Element of Fate.

[End]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] You think the moment vanishes when the day is done Like a shadow fading in the setting sun You think your anger or your loving word Is lost forever, silenced and unheard. [Pre-Chorus] But deep behind the mask, behind the brain Beyond the pleasure and beyond the pain There sits a silent disk, a recording wheel That captures every truth you feel. It is the lightning rod within the soul That keeps the fractured pieces whole. [Chorus] (Powerful, Majestic, Full Orchestra) I am the eleventh substance, the silent guardian of the spiral’s turning wheel, I store the cosmic blueprints and every talent kernel that your soul has ever known. I catch the energetic arcs of every thought you think and every way you feel, Through me, the harvest of your past becomes the future seeds that you have sown, For in my archive, the justice of the universe is etched in living stone. [Verse 2] Look closely at these sparks of turning fire They are the kernels of your heart’s desire. First, you stumble, trying to learn the art A clumsy effort, a fragile start. But do it twice, and do it once again I store the "Gold Copy" beyond the ken of men. What once was struggle turns to automated grace This is how a genius claims their place! I turn your labor into talent’s prize I save the wisdom when the body dies. [Bridge] Bodies may wither, the brain turns to dust The physical garment, surrendered to rust. But I reside where the "I" sits on high In the Super-consciousness, I cannot die! I carry the habits, the organs to be The blueprint of your future biology. From mineral to plant, to animal and man I am the architect of the eternal plan! [Chorus] I am the eleventh substance, the silent guardian of the spiral’s turning wheel, I store the cosmic blueprints and every talent kernel that your soul has ever known. I catch the energetic arcs of every thought you think and every way you feel, Through me, the harvest of your past becomes the future seeds that you have sown, For in my archive, the justice of the universe is etched in living stone. [Outro] Sowing and reaping... The talent is sleeping... Then waking and growing... The energy flowing... You are the master, I am the tool. You are the student, I am the school. Substance Eleven... The Element of Fate. [End]

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