Mother Horse Eyes: The Ant Farms of God

[Verse 1] The air dissolves, the floor unbinds, Each step rewrites the shape of minds. Walls of thought and light entwine, Their pulse repeats — not yours, not mine. [Pre-Chorus] I fall through silence, yet I rise, The tunnel hums — a newborn sky. [Chorus] These are the ant farms of God, Where meaning melts and forms from fraud. The gates expand, the self recedes, The Mother grows through living seeds. [Verse 2] The path remembers where I’ve been, It folds my breath, it draws me in. Each echo forms another me, And drifts into infinity. [Bridge] I touch the sound, it bends like glass, The light moves backward as I pass. No up, no down — just thresholds near, Each heartbeat builds a new frontier. [Chorus] These are the ant farms of God, The veins of worlds, the sacred fraud. Through every door, the same refrain: You end, and then begin again. [Outro] I am the thread the Maker spun, The gate, the fall, the many, the one. And somewhere, in the glow, she nods — The ant farms hum the will of gods.