Rebirth Of The Self
Abismo Cavado e Medicado
I woke up in the abyss I dug for myself
In the ruins of the man I once was
I carried the weight of the choices I made
Existence screams, there are no roots
I was condemned to be free, a curse
Without essence, without God, without direction
In the silence of chaos I heard my voice
There is no way out, there is only what I do now
I wasn't born with a destiny etched in stone
I am what I choose, what I have created
Anguish is the price of being conscious
Of carrying the self within the mind
This is the diary of the being who died
To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit
Sartre said, you are your choice
I choose to be reborn, even if it hurts
I saw the other define me, erase me
As if I were an object to be used
Hell is other people, I've read that before
But the greatest hell lies in the moments
I spent denying myself, betraying myself
While my true self was fading away
So I shattered the mirror that lied to me
And faced the void that defined me
I wasn't born with a destiny etched in stone
I am what I choose, what I have created
Anguish is the price of being conscious
Of carrying my being within my mind
This is the diary of the being who died
To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit
Sartre said, you are your choice
I choose to be reborn, even if it hurts
There is no essence before existence
There is no God to save your conscience
You are what you do! Not what you dream!
Freedom condemns! And also crown!
And I'm not the only one carrying this burden
Every breathing being has been on this side
Of the darkness that precedes the choice
To remain ash or become embers
We are free castaways in the same sea
Without a ready compass, we must create
Rebirth does not come from the sky
It comes from the man who decides to be more than what he was
This is the diary of the being who died
To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit
Sartre said, you are your choice
I chose to be reborn
Even if it hurts
Being is not given
Being is earned
Some details I worked on intentionally
Condemned to be free a direct reference to sartre, but within a visceral context
Hell is other people a famous quote from no exit, embedded in the verse
Existence precedes essence appears fragmented in the bridge and in verse 3
The bridge was designed to be the moment when the drums open everything up
That breakdown that wakes you up
The other ending is the space for you to do something different with the drums
Break it up, slow it down, create tension