Moksha [Intro] Still turning. Still becoming. Still carried from cause into cause. Until there is nothing left to carry. [Verse 1] I thought freedom would be flight, some final door, some farther shore. But no hand opens. No voice calls. No heaven reaches down to take me. What bound me was never what I am. What covered me was never what I am. Layer after layer, the foreign weight releases. And I remain. [Pre-Chorus] No one lifts me. Nothing holds me down. [Chorus] Moksha... I do not become the infinite. I do not disappear. Moksha... Nothing stands between what I am and what I am. No return. No becoming. No next birth waiting to begin. Moksha... Unbound, I rise. [Verse 2] No body carries me. No hunger follows. No anger asks to be continued. No grasping hand. No turning wheel. No unfinished consequence calling me back. Knowledge without obstruction. Seeing without veil. Not given. Not granted. Nothing added to make me whole. Only what was never mine has fallen away. [Pre-Chorus] I did not learn to rise. Nothing holds me down. [Chorus] Moksha... I do not become the infinite. I do not disappear. Moksha... Nothing stands between what I am and what I am. No return. No becoming. No next birth waiting to begin. Moksha... Unbound, I rise. [Bridge] Upward. Not toward a god. Not toward a throne. Not toward another life. Upward because nothing remains to bind me here. Motion without longing. Rising without destination. Until even motion has no further place to go. [Instrumental] [Final] Here, the turning ends. No cause reaches forward. No birth reaches back. No path remains because no path is needed. I have not become everything. I have not become nothing. Uncovered. Unobstructed. Entirely myself. Moksha... Nothing holds me down. Moksha... Nothing calls me back. Moksha... Nothing stands between what I am and what I am. [Outro] No return. No becoming. No next. Still. Moksha.
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