Rough draft, excerpt 17: "Prisoner" lyrics

music and lyrics by Ryan Patrick
Copyright © 1999 Samsara Music
from their album Words That Rhyme With "Self"

I awoke

Weak and alone

That’s how I was when she found me

She said, “You are mine now

And from this moment on

You will never be free”

I came to

On the cold rocky shore

Of a dark and deep and misty sea

She nursed my wounds

She fed my wants

And warned me, “You belong to me”

Endless winter years I spent

Toiling for her heart’s content

Never had a breath to myself

Every day and every night

Labored for her heart’s delight

No hope of release before my death

I lost what’s me

Into all of what was her

Mired in the quicksand of her needs

I lost my hope

I lost my soul

And my heart, the feast upon which she feeds

Is there no hope of rescue at all

When can I regain myself

Trapped beneath the ground and behind a rock wall

Drained of physical and mental health

I can’t fight back

I’ve no weapons at all

There’s nothing I can say or do

I’m just a pawn

In her cruel, endless games

I’m just her tool; I’m just her fool

So don’t be weak

And don’t be too willing

Let me be a lesson to you

Let your heart soar

And let your heart sing

But always to thine self be true

I want my heart back from you

My lovely angel

Of death

We’re not what love’s supposed to do

It’s got its claws

Around my neck

I guess you know me all too well

But I’m changing now

Maybe I’ll have to be alone

I will not take that path to Hell

That you’ve chosen for me

You know I’d rather make my own

Rough draft, excerpt 16: "Acid Ingestion" lyrics

music by Ryan Patrick; lyrics by Ryan Patrick and Gerald Moore
Copyright © 1996 Samsara Music
from their album Burn While Listening

I hadn’t climbed up very far

A golden ladder made of stars

When I tripped hard and flew off into space

I fell through sounds of cosmic laughter

Light and darkness tumbling after

Ultraviolet gave chase

Time blowing through my hair

Silence laughing everywhere

Colors followed dark nowhere as they joined in the race

I missed the ground and swept on by

To the horizon’s other side

Where I punched right through the sky and fought it face to face

It pummeled me with thundrous fists

Chewed me up and spat me into bits

Amidst its screaming fits, it picked me up and it threw

I landed hard, bounced off the mist

Bruised, reality got pissed

Shouting “Can’t make me exist if I don’t want to”

And now I’ve got a thousand eyes

And all of them are telling lies

All working to disguise the edge of the dream

And though it take a million tries

My consciousness again will rise

But until then I will find out just how loud I can scream

Rough draft, excerpt 15: "With Strange Eons" lyrics

music and lyrics by Ryan Patrick
Copyright © 1997 Samsara Music
from their album Cosmic Background Radiation

Poets and artists, all dreamers alike

Hear the calling that sounds in their dreams in the night

A voice from below, daring all that we know

Challenging the minds of men to take flight

We build monuments to the things we have thought

Fear most of what's known, and all of what's not

Our history, industry, wars we have fought

All of the wisdom and wealth we have sought

Mean nothing

If we don't survive

Hearing the call, migratory flight

Takes place in the hearts of all men every night

Hearts we must harden, as we leave the Garden

And take on a Universe that's ours by right

Alien thought, from cold benthic waters

Influencing minds of the whales and the otters

Reaching for whatever may walk up above

And, finding pale monkeys, he offers them Love

His mind lies

He dreams in his death

He can live once again

By stealing life's breath

He feeds his own power

By draining our own

Dead, but dreaming

All alone

He hastens to educate, that they might find him

And restore him to his rightful place on the Earth.

Cults and superstitions, religions and magics

Hasten the inevitable day of rebirth

And we, our imagination sparked this way,

Hasten into the great wide world to find our god

The truths of existence we rush to betray

Here where no beast nor spirit nor man ever trod

Whither hope?

Yet we must survive

Only we

Can make him alive

We can leave him there

Turn our backs to the sky

And find ourselves in a universe

All alone

Cult sacrifices, police coverups

Our weakest minds always the first to give in

Man's machinations, extending his hand

Ripple outward in waves of violence and sin

And now, once discovered, he's coming alive

Ravening for delights soon to be had

Devourer of flesh, of souls, and of life

Demon hand reaches for you; look back and go mad

Flee this world

Before he takes it back

Great Old One,

The heart of the black

He feeds his own mind

By draining our own

Dead, but dreaming

All alone

Alien spaces, strange geometry

Cyclopean submarine masonry

Feet on ocean floor, head in the sky

Mountains crumble to dust at his cry

Fear ties us to all the gods we've ever had

The future is forward; look back and go mad