The hall hushes—piano like a candle, masked voices rising as if a rite were about to begin. ��
An anonymous prayer in the round, a heartbeat kick under velvet light, devotion set to skin and string. ��[Verse] �
Agape holds when knifepoints of memory press the ribs—love chooses anyway, without ledger or win. ��
Judge the judging, not the wound—equanimity steadies breath while the storm mutters within. ��
Between worlds of grief and grace, the heart crosses its bardo, learning language in the din. ��
Shadow steps forward, asks to be named; integration turns the dagger’s edge into a violin. ��
Nigredo black sun—unmaking becomes firelight; from ash, a truer architecture can begin. ��
If all is one, even betrayal becomes a tutor—hard scripture softened by patient discipline. ��[Pre‑Chorus] �
Hold the note until it blooms—piano hush to drop‑tuned bloom, R&B breath over iron and tin. ��
Lay the pain on the altar as an offering, then step back and let the rhythm take it in. ��[Chorus] �
Pain paints paintings, but love frames them—mercy leafed in gold around the darkest hymn. ��
In the in‑between, the silence signs our pact; we cross together, hand on hand, like kin. ��
Shadow is not the enemy, it’s energy—fold it into form, and let the spiral spin. ��
All is one, so even broken glass becomes cathedral light when the morning enters in. ��[Verse] �
Tarot vigil by lamplight—archetypes convene, and intuition hums the counsel thin. ��
Dreamwork opens inner courts; the figures speak in symbols, lucid corridors begin. ��
Hidden‑light study, walk the ritual kindly—service over spectacle, humility over grin. ��
Equanimity is not numb, it’s poised; a lighthouse calm where angry waters spin. ��
So let the choir of nerves exhale, and let the bassline bear the weight you’ve held so grim. ��[Bridge] �
Quiet as a cathedral breath—then the flood: trap‑kissed hats, piano glass, and low‑tuned brim. ��
Offerings ascend in waves, anonymous and tender, from a congregation singing to the dim. ��
Black‑to‑gold transfiguration—alchemy completes where patience keeps the vigil trim. ��[Chorus] �
Pain paints paintings, but love frames them—mercy leafed in gold around the darkest hymn. ��
In the in‑between, the silence signs our pact; we cross together, hand on hand, like kin. ��
Shadow is not the enemy, it’s energy—fold it into form, and let the spiral spin. ��
All is one, so even broken glass becomes cathedral light when the morning enters in. ��[Outro] �
Set the masks back on the shelf, leave only the message—love as will, and will to heal again. ��
The ritual ends where living starts; walk out calm, a quiet lighthouse for your friends
