Identity Beast

(Verse 1)

Life is only a theater of breath,

Where silence is treated like certain death.

Words stacking up like stones in a wall,

Just to prove that its standing, to prove it won't fall.

So I sit in the corner, a quiet gap at this feast,

Silently watching the hunger of the identity beast.

It’s a frantic rehearsal, a desperate script,

But the tether to be "someone" has already slipped.

(Chorus)

Feeding the Identity-Beast is just a sleight of hand,

A way to stay anchored in the shifting sand.

Screaming at the void, "I am here, I am real,"

Trading the truth for the way they desire to feel.

Billions of souls in a crowded abyss,

The Identity-Beast trying to convince itself it exists.

(Verse 2)

Their blather of conquest trying to define what's "mine,"

Drawing a circle around it and calling it divine.

But when sacred light hits the orbit, the ego turns ice cold,

And the story of "me" just becomes a story that's been oversold.

(Chorus)

Feeding the Identity-Beast is just a sleight of hand,

A way to stay anchored in the shifting sand.

Screaming at the void, "I am here, I am real,"

Trading the truth for the way they desire to feel.

Billions of souls in a crowded abyss,

The Identity-Beast trying to convince itself it exists.

(Bridge)

It’s just a hollow chamber to be noticed and named

Treating life like they're playing a survivalist game.

They need your reaction to know they’re alive,

A pulse in the feedback, a way to survive.

(Chorus)

Feeding the Identity-Beast is just a sleight of hand,

A way to stay anchored in the shifting sand.

Screaming at the void, "I am here, I am real,"

Trading the truth for the way they desire to feel.

Billions of souls in a crowded abyss,

The Identity-Beast trying to convince itself it exists.

(Outro)

No sentiment left

No pride in my bones,

Just a quiet observer that's finally come home.

Let them talk to the empty

Llet them dance in the mist,

They’re just trying to convince themselves they exist.

While they stay wrapped up in the arms of the identity beast

Wrapped in the arms of the identity beast