Life Substance #8 (Alternate Version)

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(Pre-Chorus)
It’s the urge to be seen, the need to be real
The drive to transform what I inwardly feel.
From the stillness of Being to the movement of Doing
The path that the spirit is always pursuing!

(Chorus)
It’s the Giving Out! Substance Number Eight!
The outward command of the soul’s sovereign state.
I broadcast my essence, I radiate power
The "I" is blooming in this manifest hour!
It’s the bridge from the hidden to the world of the seen
The light through the lens and the glow on the screen.
The great Self-Portrayal! The cosmic release!
I give out my energy... and find my peace.

(Verse 2)
Every thought is a signal, a wave in the dark
Searching for matter to catch the spark.
I push out my will like a solar wind
Tracing the lines where the action is pinned.
I am the broadcaster, the source of the stream
Painting my truth on the fabric of dream.
Without this release, there is no "You" and "Me"
Just a lonely god in a hollow eternity.

(Bridge)
I am not just a witness!
I am the flame!
I am the writer who signs his own name!
From the center... to the edge!
I am the arrow! I am the wedge!
I give it! I send it! I cast it away!
To create the bright dawn of a manifest day!

(Outro)
The pulse moves out...
The signal is clear...
I am manifesting...
I am... HERE.
Substance Number Eight.
The gift... is... GIVEN.

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(Verse 1) I have sat in the depths of the silent sea In the "X" where the spirit is wild and free. I have gathered the light, I have felt the pull Of a cosmic cup that is brimming and full. But a spark that is hidden can never be known A seed is a ghost if it’s never been sown. I am more than a point, I am more than a sigh I am the "I" that must color the sky! (Pre-Chorus) It’s the urge to be seen, the need to be real The drive to transform what I inwardly feel. From the stillness of Being to the movement of Doing The path that the spirit is always pursuing! (Chorus) It’s the Giving Out! Substance Number Eight! The outward command of the soul’s sovereign state. I broadcast my essence, I radiate power The "I" is blooming in this manifest hour! It’s the bridge from the hidden to the world of the seen The light through the lens and the glow on the screen. The great Self-Portrayal! The cosmic release! I give out my energy... and find my peace. (Verse 2) Every thought is a signal, a wave in the dark Searching for matter to catch the spark. I push out my will like a solar wind Tracing the lines where the action is pinned. I am the broadcaster, the source of the stream Painting my truth on the fabric of dream. Without this release, there is no "You" and "Me" Just a lonely god in a hollow eternity. (Bridge) I am not just a witness! I am the flame! I am the writer who signs his own name! From the center... to the edge! I am the arrow! I am the wedge! I give it! I send it! I cast it away! To create the bright dawn of a manifest day! (Chorus) It’s the Giving Out! Substance Number Eight! The outward command of the soul’s sovereign state. I broadcast my essence, I radiate power The "I" is blooming in this manifest hour! It’s the bridge from the hidden to the world of the seen The light through the lens and the glow on the screen. The great Self-Portrayal! The cosmic release! I give out my energy... and find my peace. (Outro) The pulse moves out... The signal is clear... I am manifesting... I am... HERE. Substance Number Eight. The gift... is... GIVEN.

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