I am the mirror,the sacred clown, no, I won't calm down,
I wear the planet's panic as my thorny crown.
My nerves are open cables,live to the social mainframe,
I feel the hidden psychosis,I scream its silent name.
They call it a"break from reality"—that's a fragile lie,
It's a direct broadcast from the tribe's corrupted sky.
A distorted signal from a terrified,fractured hive,
I'm the living antenna,so I just describe...
The static and the terror,the paranoia and the shame,
That swim in your blind spot,while you play your social game.
I don't get a tuner,I can't change the station,
I am a walking,talking diagnosis of the nation.
(Chorus - Powerful, On-Beat Chant. Throat singing swells underneath.)
SPIRIT WARRIOR! (Ho!)My name means "Happy Always"!
SPIRIT WARRIOR! (Ha!)Through the suffering, I see the ways!
I walk the Path of Long Love,with a heart stripped to the bone!
The madness of the many,in my soul, is fully known!
I am the shepherd of the social mind!
The healthy flock, the healing kind!
(Verse 2 - Syncopated, Off-Beat, Jarring Flow)
But...re-wire... the... root... thought...
Change the...core... frequency... that... you were taught...
Then the schizo-phrenic...(sharp pause) ...becomes the Seer!
The psychic-shaman...banishing... all fear!
Polymath vision...a library... soul,
Who makes the broken...fragments... whole.
A network node...a guiding light...
In a collective mind...that's clear and bright.
The"crazy" is context! A cultural stain!
A sensitive born in a world of pain!
But when the tribe's mind is sound and free,
The"crazy" one... is the one who sees!
(Chorus - Even more powerful, with more layered voices)
SPIRIT WARRIOR! (Ho!)My name means "Happy Always"!
SPIRIT WARRIOR! (Ha!)Through the suffering, I see the ways!
I walk the Path of Long Love,with a heart stripped to the bone!
The madness of the many,in my soul, is fully known!
I am the shepherd of the social mind!
The healthy flock, the healing kind!
(Bridge - Navajo Code Talker Style: Words are pronounced with absolute clarity, power, and precision, with strategic pauses. The drum and drone continue softly.)
Yá'át'ééh.The herd. Is scattered.
The sheep.Have forgotten. The mountain.
The shepherd.Does not fight. The wolf.
The shepherd.Reminds. The sheep. They are. The mountain.
The wolf.Is just. The wind.
The wind.Is just. A thought.
A thought.Can change.
(Verse 3 - Controlled Passion: A blend of legato melody and sharp, on-beat, pronounced delivery)
So here's the KOAN,the story's core, listen to the lore:
A River,young and furious, crashed on a Stone shore.
It screamed and frothed,a "mad" water's fight,
Against the unyielding granite,with all its liquid might.
The River raged,"You make me insane! You twist my flow!"
The Stone,ancient and silent, spoke, "You have it wrong, you know.
Your chaos isn't born of you,your fury's not your own,
But from the fractured Sky's dark pain,a poison you have grown.
Be the Lake,"the Stone whispered, "not the falling drop.
Hold the storm
