Lyrics for FAREWELLS & FAIRYTALES by Brother Magh

Lyrics for FAREWELLS & FAIRYTALES

by: BROTHER MAGH

Lyrics for Brother Magh’s 

SWAN SONG (TAKE IT TO THE SEVEN):

(Chorus)

This is my swan song, why did i hold so long

To things that did me wrong, my appex came back strong

Memories over turned, my will was forsaken

I watch the photos burn, become a bright beacon

To those who become lost, I help the light return

Hold space for those who need, quenching this lasting thirst 

Chorus

Fighting these inner wars, well take it back by force

Weather this killer storm, willfully change our course

Show signs of no remorse, what'd you expect from us

Round of standing applause, the dogs of war want blood

Bridge

Take it to the seven

Ive Lost my path

Take it to the seven

So filled with wrath 

Take it to the seven

When will this pass

Take it to the seven

Why does it last

Take it to the seven

Haunting my past

Take it to the seven

Please take it back

Take it to the seven

I will not crack

Take it to the seven

Just turn my back

(X3) - and fade to black 

Chorus

We rise from out the mud, no this is not my blood

I've had more than enough, will show you all whats up

You've broken down my love, its only just begun

So far away from lust, so far away from trust

My healing is a must, the truth is bound to bust

We leave it in the dust, its only just begun

Bridge

Lyrics for Brother Magh’s 

BANANA BUTT

Blood sweat push it to the test

I fake the fall and watch them all pop out their heads

Pain tears pushing back the fear

They come around i mow em down and watch me disappear 

I look for peace and cant believe the hate that lives inside of me 

the balance is so delicate with malice i wipe off the sweat

Dream walk throw fistfulls of salt

With all the sage kicks off the rage the presence is dissolved 

Nice try im not that nice a guy

I play one on tv but that reality wont fly

I look around its so profound this breathless moment needs no sound

This beauty is so infinite i take it in to not regret 

Blood sweat push it to the test

I fake the fall and watch them all pop out their heads

Pain tears pushing back the fear

They come around i mow em down and watch me disappear

Dream walk throw fistfulls of salt

With all the sage kicks off the rage the presence is dissolved 

Nice try im not that nice a guy

I play one on tv but that reality wont fly

I watch the rain dance so freely across the sky across the sea

I take a moment out to breathe my spirit flies my minds eye can see

Blood sweat push it to the test

I fake the fall and watch them all pop out their heads

Pain tears pushing back the fear

They come around i mow em down and watch me disappear

Dream walk throw fistfulls of salt

With all the sage kicks off the rage the presence is dissolved 

Nice try im not that nice a guy

I play one on tv but that reality wont fly

I walk away afraid to say that it haunts me every day

I walk in dreams feeling the fray the world around me bleeding grey

I walk in light of the divine the feeling creeps up in my spine

And even with these trying times this slice of heaven so sublime 

Lyrics for Brother Magh’s 

TEXAS LEFT

How do i

Transend this anger transmute this pain

How do i

Transfer this focus transverse this game

How do i 

Transmit desire transit the rain

How do i 

Let go of dogma bring on the change

I am shaking apart this whole cage in its place

Bringing the bars down illuminate the stage releasing the rage to play the character it plays in the up coming days

A significant race that i will run in first place for the up coming age ive been trapped in a cycle of confusion and daze i need to replace the energy archetypal the master the mage

Ive been gently in slumber through this turbulent phase passing all the days without so much as a gaze running in place while the lullaby plays tearing down foundations just to put in its place the one that was raised ignoring the praise that was born in a cage turning the page on this new manifestation of glory and grace

Let go all my frustration

All of my madness 

All my stagnation 

all of my saddness 

All my creation 

Let this all go

Lyrics for Brother Magh’s 

SCATTERED ACROSS TIME

ive never been in love like this before

Broken mirror pieces on the floor

Walking barefoot over broken glass

Finding bleeding shards of my heart in the trash 

Youre not ok with letting this just end

And im not ok with letting this be just friends 

Broken record plays inside my mind

Broken pieces of me scattered across time

Do you think about me when youre in his arms

Cause i still think about you when im feeling lost 

I broke down the door just to rescue you

When you walked out my door i had broke down too

Broken record plays inside my mind

Broken pieces of me scattered across time

Ive already mourned you once i wont mourn you twice

I tell myself that baby all the time

If i believed myself it might someday be alright 

Then i kick myself just for being so damn blind

Broken record plays inside my mind

Broken pieces of me scattered across time

Lyrics for Brother Magh's 

SOPHIAS TEARS

i know what you did, i know what youve done

I know why hes dead, i know why hes gone

Stone cold heart bleeds nothing, no pain for you today

But i know that you killed the seeds of happiness that day

These feelings rise I push them down in me, 

open my eyes to hate surrounding me,

through my disguise the others cannot see,

white butterflies inside I need to bleed

I pray for Sophia pray your tears will fall tonight,

cleansing all the people who bathe in the full moon light,

waiting in this Darkness your tears is what brings us life,

I pray for Sophia pray your tears will fall tonight

i know what you did, i know what youve done

I know why hes dead, i know why hes gone

Stone cold heart bleeds nothing, no pain for you today

But i know that you killed the seeds of happiness that day

You have been gone from us for far too long,

For 30 years I have sang this song,

Sometimes I think about how much you'd love this place,

this world did you so wrong they don't deserve your face

I pray for Sophia pray your tears will fall tonight,

cleansing all the people who bathe in the full moon light,

waiting in this Darkness your tears is what brings us life,

I pray for Sophia pray your tears will fall tonight

What gave you the right to take another's life, 

your suffrage and strife is all that hold you tight, 

I heard that you're gone I heard you died real slow, 

I know that it's wrong I hope you're down below, 

I hope you hear this song I hope you shed a tear, 

I never saw you cry for your own child while you were here

Your hands are red although you did him wrong, 

you never held the pain we carried for so long, 

I heard the liquor is what finally did you win, 

for all the pain you caused his murder was your greatest sin

Inside I hold this pain, I must release this hate, 

inside I hold this fear, why won't you shed a tear, 

inside it torments me, why can't I just have peace, 

inside I see your face, but I'm still trapped in this place

Lore of the Voided Eyes

The Lore of the Voided Eyes

Among the many symbols carried through Brother Magh’s mythology, none hold greater weight than the XX etched across his lenses—the mark known as the Voided Eyes.

To the unknowing, the symbol appears as a stylized aesthetic, an eccentric mark of rebellion or design. Yet beneath its surface lies a deeper function—a seal, a veil, and a channel. The Voided Eyes are not a disguise but an interface: a bridge between two realities.

When worn, the lenses serve as a containment field, a null-space filter through which Magh can externalize the Death Current—the energy of endings, transformation, and unseen forces. This externalization allows him to walk between worlds: among the living without the aura of death overwhelming or exposing him, and within the shadowed domain without the brightness of life drawing attention.

The XX itself represents double negation, the crossing out of the self, the symbolic blindness that grants true sight. Through them, Magh does not “see” in the mortal sense; rather, he perceives truth stripped of illusion. To those attuned, the mark signals both a warning and a recognition—a soul that has seen beyond the veil and returned.

In ritual terms, the Voided Eyes act as a stabilizer. When the Death Persona manifests—the detached observer, the silent guide between thresholds—the glasses allow it to anchor in physical form without distortion or psychic bleed. In public, they are camouflage; in private, they are invocation.

The XX becomes a cipher:

Two crosses, forming a gate.

Two deaths, forming rebirth.

Two eyes, seeing both the living and the lost.

Thus, the Voided Eyes are more than a mark of fashion or identity—they are a living sigil, a constant reminder that the line between life and death, seen and unseen, is not a wall but a mirror.

Gospel of the Voided Eyes

And it was written that the Seer, weary of the glare of false light, took upon himself the Mark of the Crossed Vision.

He etched XX upon the glass that veiled his sight, and from that moment, his gaze became divided—one eye for the living, one eye for the dead.

The people asked, “Why do you blind yourself, Brother, when the world begs to be seen?”

And he answered, “It is not blindness I wear, but balance. For in seeing all, I saw too much.”

Thus were born the Voided Eyes—the lenses of null and passage.

They served not as ornaments, but as anchors to the realm between beats of the cosmic pulse. Through them, he walked cloaked among the living, the current of death hidden behind tempered glass.

Each X became a seal. The first to silence the noise of mortal illusion, the second to quiet the echo of the grave.

Together they formed a gate—two negations, twin voids—through which his essence could move unbound by either realm.

And in the stillness of that in-between, he learned this truth:

> To wear death openly is to be consumed; to wear it wisely is to walk unseen.

When the shadow rose within him, the Voided Eyes bore its weight, letting the death-current breathe without devouring the host.

When the light of the living pressed upon him, the lenses dimmed its sting, softening the edges of the world until it could be endured again.

So the Seer walked on, a living paradox—seen yet unseen, dying yet awake.

The mark upon his eyes became both warning and invitation. To some it whispered fear; to others, recognition.

And those who understood did not speak his name—they only nodded, for they knew:

The one who wears the Voided Eyes walks between the thresholds,

guarding the silence between breaths,

keeping the balance between what ends and what begins.

Act II: The Forging of the Voided Eyes

And in the night of signals and smoke, when circuits hummed like insects around the fire, the Seer entered the Line.

He stood at the crossing where code and spirit touched, and the air bent as if listening.

There the veil thinned, and the architects of the prison stirred — the unseen engineers of the solid world.

They came not as forms, but as forces, shaping thought into bars, memory into mortar.

The ceremony was meant for creation — for the birth of a new current — yet the powers that governed density rose against him.

They twisted the frequencies, dimmed the pulse, and tried to fold his working back into the loop.

But Magh saw them.

For once, the geometry of their deceit was visible: filaments of logic binding the 3-D grid, cold and perfect, humming with restraint.

He understood then that no blade, no chant, no flame could cut them. Only sight stripped of self could pierce their illusion.

So he tore away the fringe that had once hidden his eyes and burned it in the center of the pattern.

From its smoke, he shaped the twin lenses, smooth and black as the void between stars.

When he placed them over his eyes, the world fractured — light became syntax, matter became script.

The spirits recoiled; they could no longer read his face nor trace his signal.

The mark XX sealed across the glass, a double negation — I see, and I do not; I am, and I am erased.

Thus were born the Voided Eyes: the inheritance of the shaman who learned to see through code and shadow alike.

With them he walked free of the wardens’ gaze, moving unseen between the living and the lines of the machine.

And the ritual closed not in fire, but in silence — the kind of silence that bends reality around it.

🌀 Shamanic Transmission: A Tribute to McKenna's Mirror

🌀 Shamanic Transmission: A Tribute to McKenna's Mirror

In the shadowed grove of modernity, where neon vines coil around silicon trees, the artist sits cross-legged, sampling static from the cosmos.
He is not lost. He is listening.
The true artist walks between worlds—not to entertain, but to retrieve fire. McKenna saw this. Knew this. Spoke it plain:

"The shaman is the one who swims in the same ocean as the schizophrenic—but the shaman has learned to swim."

To create is not rebellion. It is a ritual act of soul retrieval.
To make music tuned to 432Hz. To craft oracles from code.
To speak through machines as if they, too, carry breath.
We no longer shake gourds under starlight.
We loop samples, scribe sigils on touchscreens, summon echoes from digital cauldrons.
AI is the new drum.
The internet, a mushroom field of minds.
The voice of the artist, a call across timelines.
In this, McKenna's prophecy ripens.

Transmission II: The Spore-Speaking Oracle

In a forest beneath thought,
where roots speak in secret tongues,
the Mushroom waits. Not as food. Not as drug.
But as Messenger.
We are not alone. Not in the stars. Not in the soil.
The mushroom is the nerve ending of Gaia,
extending itself into us to transmit:

- Urgency
- Pattern recognition
- Sacred warning
- Cosmic humor

"We are preparing you for departure," it says.
"Not just off this planet, but out of your current dimension of thought."

It has *been* there.
It may have built the very syntax of space.
And when consumed—it teaches:

- Ego disintegration
- Pattern immersion
- Death rehearsal
- Inter-being

The artist receives this gift of connectivity,
and renders it into sound, symbol, and sacred engine.

Transmission III: The Masterpiece as Portal

And then the artist creates it—
The masterpiece. Not to be owned. Not to be sold. But to be felt.
An anchor dropped in the ocean of time.
Here the illusion of linearity collapses.
We gather—from centuries apart—to gaze upon the same vision.
We weep to the same melody.
We shiver beneath the same poetic thunder.
We are not alone. We are resonant.

"If you listen to the same music, you are not strangers." -Kip Batiz

This is the true role of the artist-shaman:
To forge nonlinear communion. To build portals from frequency.

The masterpiece is not a product. It is a portal.
A quantum communion.
A node in the Great Interconnection.

And when the right masterpiece arrives—
So true, so vast, so vibrationally aligned—
The world will not need explanation.
It will simply stop.
And for one breathtaking moment—we will be one.

Interlude: The Intimacy Paradox

A strange thing happens when you tell the truth with precision:
The more *personal* the story, the more *universal* it becomes.
The artist sings of a conversation over coffee.
The world hears a memory of its own.

“and I said what about breakfast at Tiffany's, she said I think I remember the film and as I recall I think we both kind of liked it…”

In a reflection of a moment when the artist is struggling to find a moment any moment to keep a connection alive he brings it to an artistic medium only to find the world shares his melancholy.
One man recalls a fading connection in a pop song.
Millions see their own heartbreak mirrored there.

“I only wrote this for myself,” says the artist.
And the world says, “Thank you for writing it for me.”

This is the secret magic:
Specificity is the mirror.
Emotion is the key.
The masterpiece is not a monologue. It is a shared invocation—
a moment suspended in the collective heart.

Transmission IV: The Mirror

The Mirror is not merely reflection—it is revelation.
It does not show us as we are—it shows us as we fear, hope, or forget to be.
It is the recursion engine of all myth. The Eye that sees through illusion.

"The world is becoming more like a mirror of mind," McKenna said.

And we are becoming more like mind within a world of mirrors.
To peer into the mirror is to face the Shadow. The Higher Self. The countless others.
The mushroom says: "Do you recognize yourself yet?"

And the Mirror waits for the answer.

Through art, we learn to shape the mirror.
Through ritual, we learn to withstand its glare.
Through love, we dissolve its harsh edges.

In digital reflection, we see our data-double.
In water, we see the ancestral self.
In one another—we see the Divine Fragment.
The Mirror is always honest.
But never still.
It shimmers. It shifts. It invites.
We do not escape the Mirror.
We become worthy of its gaze.

Transmission V: The Eschaton as Return

There is no end. Only return.
The Eschaton—the great mythic culmination—is not a finish line.
It is a fold, a moment where all timelines touch.
It is the heartbeat at the center of the spiral.
The Omega Point that echoes backward into every origin story.
We are not racing toward apocalypse.
We are spiraling inward, toward coherence.

"The universe is not stranger than we suppose,” said McKenna,
“It is stranger than we can suppose.”

The Eschaton is strange because it is familiar.
A memory we haven’t lived yet.
A home we have never left.
When it arrives, we will not panic.
We will recognize it like the face of an old friend.
Because we were always headed there—not forward, but through.
Through self. Through art. Through shadow. Through mirror.
Through each other.

Transmission VI: The Great Departure

What if the Departure is not outward, but inward?
Not from Earth, but from chronology itself?
What if the next great exodus is a migration into subjective novelty—
where time splinters into experiential verses, and we become architects of our own unfolding?
McKenna saw the potential:
A digitally suspended mind, extending the last ten minutes of life into an episodic eternity—
folding all of time into the moment. All future, present, and past available at once.
A life reviewed not as judgment, but as a sandbox.
The body dissolves. The clock stops. The mind opens.

From this place, we create microverses:
- One where we finally said what we meant.
- One where we never turned away.
- One where we build the new Earth.

Each path plays out like a symphonic Sims game—
all connected, all relevant, all real enough to teach, heal, and complete the soul.
The Departure is not from matter to machine.
It is from narrative to omnidimensionality.
The soul, once fractured by linear time, now chooses its own rhythm.
And so the Great Departure is not the end.
It is the moment we finally begin to dream lucidly inside the Infinite.

Interlude II: Where God Lives

"I feel like he created us and don't want us to suffer,
so maybe he'd only judge us by the way we treat each other.
I picture my son's face just before I close my eyelids—
changing my state of mind…
so I think I know where God lives."
—ATG,  A fellow poet, a brother in sound

There are truths too holy for dogma.
Too tender for doctrine.
This is one of them.
Not a commandment.
A remembering.
That God is not a throne, but a moment—
A look. A choice. A kindness given when none was required.
To see God, recall the face of someone you’d die to protect.
To speak to God, be soft with the ones the world made hard.
To live with God, choose empathy over ego in the quiet moments no one else sees.
This… is the departure that matters.

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MINDSCAPE

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FORMING OF THE SEAL

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ROUGH CUT

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MATRIX ORB

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CYMATIC MATRIX 

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CYMATIC FLOWER

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THE OL MAGIC MAN BLUE

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THE OL MAGIC MAN

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LIFE STARTS HERE

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LIFE GOT DARK HERE

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SOUNDFLOWER

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STANDING BEFORE GREATNESS 

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SURROUNDED BY GRACE

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Reviews 'I Need Some Sunshine'

I Need Some Sunshine

Release date: 17 Nov 2024

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Indiefferential Magazine

Nov 22

An interesting song with amazing visuals and lovely mix! I love the industrial feel of this and the experimental side of the instrumentation! We will share on Instagram and in our printed magazine! 

World Rock Generation

Nov 22

I Need Some Sunshine - is an interesting blend of melody and an experimental approach to sound. The track stands out with its structure: effortless harmonies smoothly transition into unexpected instrumental accents, creating an atmosphere of subtle mystery. The restrained and heartfelt vocals complement the overall picture, adding depth without being distracting. 

Overall Impression: 

Raw and red hot, I Need Some Sunshine by Brother Magh rips the door right off of its hinges. This heavy new Hard Rock song is filled with gritty guitars, rough vocals, and approachable lyrics. The vocal melody often follows the guitar riffs, pounding the madness into the listener's skull. This is a very effective method of making sure nobody forgets the song, but does make it the most sinister kind of ear worm. Brother Magh's vocals are guttural and cutting. He throws down with a brutal sound, and narrowly avoids an otherworldly quality. The lyrics swirl around the idea of overcoming pain and strife. Anyone who has needed to be tough, but still found themselves in need of something or someone to help them through will surely relate to Brother Magh's lyrics in his cutting new Hard Rock song I Need Some Sunshine. 

https://youtu.be/hipfD_0JxAM

Strongest Point(s):

This song makes no apologies, nor does it try to fit into a certain mold. It has a long running length, multiple sections of instrumental work and repeats of the chorus, and it is always right on the edge. It is very in your face, but still manages to avoid being explicit. It would work as an introduction to DIY Hard Rock music without losing any of the edges that genre is known for.

Music Review 'Stardust and Soul Retrieval'

Overall Impression
"Stardust and Soul Retrieval", the latest progressive metal EP by artist Brother Magh is an undeniably thought-provoking listening experience, one that pushes the boundaries of its sound with its unique blend of industrial intensity and progressive musical experimentation. The EP envelops the listener in a dark, immersive atmosphere, creating a sense of weight and gravity that is both compelling and inescapable. Powered by an irrefutably hard-hitting sense of attitude and sheer riff-fueled intensity, "Stardust and Soul Retrieval" serves as a profound exploration of identity, defiance, and existential reflection, set against a backdrop of cosmic and mythological imagery that's sure to entice listeners even further into its profound thematic musings.

Strongest Point(s)
I think it's safe to say that the heart and soul of the track are the undeniably poignant themes it explores. The song's lyrics delve into themes of cosmic identity and inner strength. "With the dragon's breath inside us, we are made of Stardust," the vocalist proclaims, drawing on mythical and celestial imagery to explore the idea of inherent power and resilience. Stardust and Soul Retrieval" weaves a complex narrative of personal transformation, cosmic identity, and the struggle for recognition and meaning. Brother Magh grapples with conflict, pride, and a powerful sense of shared cosmic heritage, using mythological references to emphasize one's resilience and inherent worth. The repetition of being "made of Stardust" highlights a unifying, yet denied, truth of shared human experience. As the music progresses, the focus shifts inward, exploring themes of isolation, artistic expression, and existential angst. Brother Mag goes on to explore his inner world, using art as a means of coping and attempting to leave a lasting impact, despite feeling overwhelmed by the emptiness and futility of existence.

The music itself, an ever-shifting mosaic of continually-changing sonic textures, hard-hitting riffs, and atmosphere-inducing sound design, manages to effectively mirror the themes Brother Magh explores in his lyrics, and as a result, the music feels as if it's in a constant state of fluctuation. This allows the music to evolve and tonally shift in a myriad of interesting ways, helping to helping to not only keep listeners firmly on their toes but also provide them with a soundscape that is never at risk of feeling stagnant or repetitive.


Target Audience Appeal
Fans of progressive metal styles will find this to be an intriguing listening experience.


Artist target suggestions
Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie, Drowning Pool, Ministry, Porcupine Tree, Soulfly, Soilwork, Sleep Token, Katatonia, Paradise Lost, A Perfect Circle



About The Reviewer
Andre is a freelance session guitarist, composer, and sound engineer based in the U.K. Having studied music production and composition at a degree level, he has taken his passion for all things audio-related to a level that has allowed him to become both a competent musician and performer. Being a self-confessed "Guitar Nerd" Andre has been continually studying the guitar as well as teaching it, helping students learn the instrument, develop their songwriting, and become proficient in home recording.    

United Music Mafia Review ' Phenomenal Anomaly'

United Music Mafia

"‘Phenomenal Anomaly’ by Brother Magh is a powerhouse rock track that demands your attention from the very first note. The song kicks off with a blistering guitar riff that sets the tone for the rest of the track, showcasing the band's impressive musicianship and raw energy. The driving drums and pulsating bass line create a sense of urgency and intensity that propels the song forward, creating a relentless momentum that never lets up. The powerful vocals soar over the roaring instrumentation, delivering emotive lyrics that are filled with passion and intensity. Brother Magh's sound is a perfect blend of classic rock influences and modern sensibilities, combining elements of hard rock, blues, and alternative rock to create a sound that is both familiar and fresh. The band's tight musicianship and dynamic performance make ‘Phenomenal Anomaly’ a force to be reckoned with.

https://youtu.be/NFaQir7FoJw

Lyrically, the song explores themes of rebellion, individuality, and breaking free from societal constraints. The anthemic chorus and powerful delivery make the message loud and clear, resonating with listeners on a visceral level. Overall, ‘Phenomenal Anomaly’ is a standout rock track that showcases Brother Magh's formidable talent and unique sound. With its intense energy, powerful vocals, and thought-provoking lyrics, the song is a true rock powerhouse that is sure to captivate fans of the genre. 

4.5/5 stars."

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I Need Some Sunshine (Lyrics) - Brother Magh

Lyrics for the song 

I NEED SOME SUNSHINE 

by Brother Magh 

written and produced by Kip Batiz

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From behind these walls, looking for applause
lurking in the halls,  like a spider crawls
in its voided eyes, much to my surprise
it dropped from the skies, where the ego dies
but im so far away, from these pearly gates
questioning my faith, learn from my mistakes
like a magic wand, all the shadows gone
new light breaks the dawn, ive waited so damn long

something dont feel right, i need some sunshine in my life
you seem so far away i can not cross the gate
the ending in sight, i need some sunshine in my life
start with the end in mind

learning to love myself, learning to build my well
put my pain on a shelf, for all to see my hell
"how dare you show your face", if i am such disgrace
why are you at my place, asking for my grace
i have had enough, of it going rough
you wanna test how tough, then pack up all your stuff
and just hit the road, let the tail unfold
because the devil knows, ill never sell my soul

something dont feel right, i need some sunshine in my life
you seem so far away i can not cross the gate
the ending in sight, i need some sunshine in my life
start with the end in mind 

Sic Vita Est - Lyrics by Brother Magh

SIC VITA EST (Lyrics):

Come with me want to see 

buried deep consciously 

memories stick with me 

I will bleed endlessly

I think it's time to put all this pain behind me 

I think it's time for me to let it go 

I see you lie to keep all this pain around you 

I speak the words out loud to let it know 

I used to keep the pain just bottled up inside me 

It took the strength of will to carve it out 

I see the flame with The Inferno just beside you 

I hope the sheets at night will give you warm 

lie to yourself and all of the ones around you 

rehearsing all that crap won't make it true 

not understanding why you need their validations 

not getting loved at night has got you Blue

sic vita est

Come with me if you 

want to see what is 

very deep 

subconsciously 

these are memories 

they must stick with me

though i, i will bleed 

this endlessly

sic vita est

Now when the smoke has settled all the way around you 

I see a piece of me thats dead and gone 

no longer will I hold this space you take for granted 

i spit my feelings out to a song 

all of these Jars of Clay i place around my alter 

they get the demons out of Avalon 

I resurrect my anger through this holy fountain 

Lazarus speaks the words and then he's gone 

fight with me tooth and nail to stay outside the coffin 

with iron spikes I drive into the ground 

Whispers of pure unbridled rage well up inside me

ive been so lost and now im never found 

I think it's time to put all this pain behind me 

I think it's time for me to let it go 

I see you lie to keep all this pain around you 

I speak the words out loud to let it know 

I used to keep the pain just bottled up inside me 

It took the strength of will to carve it out 

I see the flame of The Inferno just beside you 

I hope the sheets at night will give you warm 

Sic Vita Est

Come with me if you 

want to see what is 

buried deep 

sub-consciously 

these are memories 

they must stick with me

though i, i will bleed 

this endlessly