Embedding Jam (Egyptian style remix)

tombs made of "shoulds" and a ceiling of gold, sekhmet in my heartbeat, (turning to mold). a golden mask, but a war i can't win, fighting the apophis underneath my skin. internal ambition, external command, building my temple (on shifting sand). (ooh-oh) falling through ah-men-tee, (skin to skin), drawn to the ah-ten (i can't begin). you play like the bennu (and the light), too close to ra, (too far to fight). i’m waiting for the ibis, for thote to give a sign, but the nile’s always dry at the end of the line. giving the wisdom that i can never keep, chasing ma...aht while i’m losing my sleep. i’m the voice of reason while the desert winds blow, saving everybody else, but (who is saving me?) falling through ah-men-tee, skin to skin, drawn to the ah-ten i can't begin. you play like the bennu and the light, too close to ra, too far to fight. look at the valley, so far below, higher and higher, where the pharaohs go. i don't need the river, i don't need the ground, inscribed with the key of life, i’m chasing the sound. finally real, finally free... weighing my heart in the deep blue sea.