5. The Longest Journey, Part II: No Separation

Title: 5. The Longest Journey, Part II: No Separation [Intro] [Begin from silence.] [Low drone returns.] [Distant breathing.] [The final tom hit from Part I echoes and decays.] [Tribal drums slowly rebuild.] [Half-spoken, trance-like vocals.] No center No border No temple No order No savior No sinner No outer No inner No master No martyr No ending No starter No distance No station No witness No separation [Pause.] [One enormous tom hit.] [Full band enters.] Only this [Instrumental I] [Full-band eruption.] [Complex rhythmic cycling.] [Bass leads.] [Guitars scrape, bend, and pulse.] [Drums become tribal and mechanical at once.] [Long psychedelic instrumental section.] [Verse 1] [Vocals return distant and layered.] [Odd-meter groove continues underneath.] The machine elves sang in static tongues With laughter sharpened into keys They opened up the hidden gears That turn beneath reality One had my brother's wounded eyes One had my mother's knowing hands One wore the face of every stranger Buried in the desert sand [Pre-Chorus] [Layered voices gather.] [Drums pull back slightly.] They said: You came to learn You came to burn You came to shed the skin You came to lose The little you So everything begins [Chorus] [Slow, enormous, deliberate.] [Heavy guitars wide.] [Low octave vocal stack.] I am the fracture I am the seam I am the hand inside the dream I am the witness I am the flame I am the silence beneath the name Break me open Pull me through Unmake the one Reveal the true Then fold the true Back into none The longest journey Has begun [Bridge I] [Rapid-fire vocals.] [Increasing aggression.] [Drums lock into relentless 10/8.] I am the eye inside the eye I am the why behind the why I am the breath before the cry I am the death that does not die I am the ache beneath belief I am the root beneath relief I am the thief beneath the thief I am the grief beneath the grief I am the spark inside the clay I am the night inside the day I am the path that walks away I am the debt I cannot pay I am the gate I am the key I am the lock I am the need I am the wound I am the knife I am the dream That dreams a life [Instrumental II] [Tempo pushes harder.] [Tribal toms become thunderous.] [Syncopated bass riff takes control.] [Guitars build dissonant chords.] [Lead guitar rises like a siren through smoke.] [Final Build] [Layered chants.] [Every line grows larger.] [Massive tension before release.] Open Open Open Open Open the body Open the name Open the prison Open the flame Open the silence Open the scar Open the distance Between what we are Open the serpent Open the sky Open the watcher Behind the eye Open the terror Open the grace Open the god Without a face [Final Chorus] [Pure catharsis.] [Full band at maximum intensity.] [Layered vocals.] [Low octave.] [High harmony.] [Distant whispers underneath.] I am the fracture I am the seam I am the hand inside the dream I am the witness I am the flame I am the thing that wears my name Break me open Pull me through Unmake the one Reveal the two Then fold the two Back into one The longest journey Has begun I am the fracture I am the seam I am the hand inside the dream I am the witness I am the flame I am the silence beneath the name Break me open Pull me through Unmake the one Reveal the true Then fold the true Back into none The longest journey Has begun [Outro] [All heaviness cuts away.] [Only clean guitar, low drone, and breath.] [Slow return to the Part I intro motif.] [Vocals soft, exhausted, and changed.] I came back wearing skin But not the same illusion I came back carrying fire Without the need to prove it I came back with open hands And ash behind my eyes I came back as just a man Who remembered how to die [Long pause.] [Whispered final vocal.] [Almost no instrumentation.] The farthest point Was always Here [Silence.] [End]