Searing Breath

{raw

acoustic guitar rattle, dry snare thud,

hesitant blues riff

entering}

I’m livin' on the edge,

but the edge is just a line,

I’m tryin' to be the hero,

but I’m losin' all the time.

Add a little mustard to the wound that’s lookin' red,

I’m hearin' every single word that I never should’ve said.

Tara is the truth,

the truth is the art,

I’m manifesting honesty, inside a human heart!

{dry conversational delivery, stadium guitars swell behind}

I’m not a stallion,

I’m just a kid in a big machine,

Livin' for the moments that I’ve never even seen.

Meaw meaw, in the crack of the tone,

Meaw meaw, I’m finally home.

Synchronized, prioritized, the energy is raw,

I’ve found the final frequency—the beauty and the flaw!

{music cuts to lone gritty guitar and breathing pulse,

whisper vocals, final distorted messy chords} 1.

[Honesty]: The courage

of the crack... eternal.

2. [Syncopation]: The

rhythmic heartbeat of the truth...

infinite.

3. [Unity]: The vulnerable-sovereign resonance...

burning truth. 4. [Synthesis]: The

clarity of the 'mess'...

total liberation. Optimism-Sovereign. Radiant.

Resonant. Clear. Efficient.

Universal. {guitar put down,

deep exhale, amp switched off hum}