I curse the cosmic ceiling, all its cold choreography. Too much sky, too much why, too much God in geometry. I hate the universe when it hums too loud, all those holy little horrors in a silver cloud. Every layer has a layer, every meaning has a mouth, every star starts screaming when I try to calm down. Too many dimensions on the glass of my eyes, too many versions of the truth wearing beautiful lies. I can’t judge the whole world from inside of my skin, when the room keeps spinning and the noise gets in. So cut the cables, kill the choir, pull the static from the wire. I don’t need the whole creation — I need one vibration. Mute it all, mute it all, leave me your voice, velvet viola in the void, my only choice. Mute it all, mute it all, drown out the stars, I don’t want heaven if it sounds like cars. Only you, only you, only you come through, clear as blue fire in a blacked-out room. Mute it all, mute it all, make the world go soft — your voice is the frequency I can’t turn off. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, send love through the dark like a cinema star. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, your aura is the altar, your breath is the spark. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, heart-healing signal, hands on my scars. Life plays useless soundtracks over every scene, forks on plates, doors in pain, neon in my teeth. I’m the film with a thousand songs fighting for the frame, but your voice walks in and the monsters lose their names. Not silence — no, something sweeter than peace, a warm low string where my panic can sleep. You speak, and the planets stop scratching my brain, you speak, and disgust turns devotional again. Mute it all, mute it all, leave me your voice, velvet viola in the void, my only choice. Mute it all, mute it all, drown out the stars, I don’t want heaven if it sounds like cars. Only you, only you, only you come through, clear as blue fire in a blacked-out room. Mute it all, mute it all, make the world go soft — your voice is the frequency I can’t turn off. I was sick of the vastness, sick of the signs, sick of my senses splitting into knives. Then you said my name like a prayer with a pulse, and the universe folded into something I could hold. Not meaning. Not mercy. Not answers above. Just your viola voice turning terror into love. Mute it all, mute it all, leave me your voice, velvet viola in the void, my holy noise. Mute it all, mute it all, bury the stars, I don’t want heaven unless you are the heart. Only you, only you, only you come through, clear as blue fire in a blacked-out room. Mute it all, mute it all, let existence fall — your voice is the frequency that saves it all. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, send love through the dark, send love through the dark. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, your aura is the mantra engraved in my heart. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, mute the world, leave the spark. Ra Ma Da Sa, Ra Ma Da Sa, your voice in the void, my only star.
