Produced by dreamspeak - https://www.soundcloud.com/alii

Everything in here is very personal to me. 
This is been therapy, and my way of making sense with the world around and within me

Hopefully I can share that with someone else that needs it.

This album speaks on mental health issues I've been experiencing and perceptions of reality and time.

Break the Cycle

awareness of cycles and the bandages that hold

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Time's a serpent coils tight in a loop
Bite the tail truth revealed in a swoop
Every end is a start in disguise
Sunset bleeds into tomorrow's sunrise

Spin the clock we just dance in a spiral
History repeats call it vinyl revival
Birth to the grave and, back in the womb
Life is just a seed that returns to bloom

Ouroborous, circle with the flame
Eating it's tail, still playing the game
No straight lines, just rhythm and rhyme
Round and round, that's the nature of time

Caught in a loop like a beat on replay
what was once old gets reborn in a new way
Wisdom fades, youth takes the stage 
Then gets replaced liked the turning of a page

Past is the ghost in the present skin
Future just echoes what has already been
We break rebuild, forget then remember
Like fire from ash, or June to December

Ouroborous, circle with the flame
Eating it's tail, still playing the game
No straight lines, just rhythm and rhyme
Round and round, that's the nature of time

From the alpha to omega back to alpha again
Infinity loops, through the ink my pen
No final chapter just a pause in the climb
I spit cycles, I'm the architect of time

Ourborous ft. Legi0n

DUNE NERDS.
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Panda copters
Sliding up to stop ther
Worm about to hop her
thumper gonna swamper

Take a sip
Spice til I'm blue
Nothing I can do
Says it's not addictive run into like a shoe

Giraffes are playing, swords steadily melee
Shadows in my head but I still gotta slay thee

Nothing left
The sleeper must have left
Are maybe we the butterfly dreaming on the otherside
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 

(outro)
who  the fuck was that lhao zhu? Are we the butterfly or the dreamer? fuck it. wake up.

 rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket

Panda Copters ft. Legi0n

Perceptions of time and struggles with mental health and balance of life.

Echoes ft. Legi0n

Understanding the purpose of cycles and regaining control of self.

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I felt the spiral tighten,
Felt the pull in my breath—
A loop made of memory,
A prophecy dressed as death.

I saw where it led.
I saw the fall.
And I chose instead
To break the wall.

We don’t owe our lives to the ghosts of design.
We don’t bow to the path just 'cause it rhymes.
We rise with the wisdom, not with the weight—
We honor the spiral,
but we choose our fate.

I walk with full vision—pitfalls in view,
But I’m not afraid; because I know what is true.
These scars are maps, not traps in disguise—
I use what was broken to learn how to rise.

I’ll step through the fire, if it clears the way,
But I won’t burn away for another’s delay.
The curse is aware now—the loop is awake,
And I hold the thread that they all tried to break.
Now I know what's at stake.

No more sleepwalking through inherited pain,
No more dancing in the cycle for someone else’s gain.
I see the spiral—it’s still alive,
But now it turns because I drive.

We don’t owe our lives to the ghosts of design.
We don’t bow to the path just 'cause it rhymes.
We rise with the wisdom, not with the weight—
We honor the spiral,
but we choose our fate.


The pattern ends where I begin.
The future bends beneath my skin.
The wheel still turns...
But now—I steer.

The Spiral ft. Legi0n

A personal experience during an important event that opened the door to many things for me.

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I’m pounding on the door under neon light.
My breath fogs glass, my fists plead to be seen,
But their eyes cut cold, like I’m some obscene dream.

My closest friend glares like I shattered the vow,
As if my pain’s a stain they can’t allow.
Voices call my name from shadows unseen,
Screams for help or echoes from the in-between.

I spin, heart a drum, world starts to bend—
Are these cries in my head or messages they send?
When I asked them later, they laughed it away,
Used the silence to push me further astray.

(Pre-Chorus)
They label me broken, refuse to explain,
But what if I glimpsed the tear in the mundane?
What if the door wasn’t meant to be locked
A threshold between worlds they fear to walk?

(Hook)
Was I losing my mind or the truth breaking through?
Was the wedding a stage for dimensions askew?
Trapped in a rift they pretend isn’t real,
Left outside with wounds they’ll never heal.

(Outro)
Sometimes It's hard to know what's real. Reality walks the lines of what we know and what we are. When you travel out of that, alone, it can be hard to get back.


(outro)
Calm your mind
Let it intertwine
Leave it all behind
Regardless what we find


(spoken word)
Reality is a funny thing,
Your mind is always your own..
But it takes two to tango.





They Toast ft. Legi0n

Trippin, trippin 
Slippin, slippin
real in, real in, reel in, we spin
we spin
we spin 

Yeah, sunshine meltin’ my sandals,
Time driftin’ — seconds like candles,
Everything’s gold till it rots in the freezer,
Love is a flame, let's see if this inferno will please her.


wonder who sees though


I built a palace outta vinyl and chalk,
Rain came through, now it’s a puddle I walk.
Mom said, “It had to be this way,” I said, “Stop.”
Now I tattoo it on the mirror that talks, wow
Cherry blossom fade, ain’t no rewind,
Moments like perfume — gone but divine.
Looking for something I can find, and align.
Can’t hold smoke, but damn, I try.


Fire burns bright, as we dance on the ashes.
Flames in my heart, always aches, when it passes.
Heart begins to freeze — lie to me, hold me,
We just petals in the blender, baby, slowly.


Used to ride bikes, now I drive in my dreams,
Mind full of trails to the grails left unseen,
Hike for the light or the sight of the green
Try to understand what this fight really means

That treehouse ain’t there now, just the roots,
My friends turn ghosts, no call, act aloof.
All my idols got tired, they return to the root,
So I scribble my name in forbidden fruit.  ---- "whats good"
Tell the moon she can’t leave yet, I’m ventin’,
Talkin’ to the stars like they tenants.
Honesty could kill me- I just might send it.
Forever’s a scam, but I still might rent it.


Everything I love gets distant, quiet,
Tried to hold time, ended up in a riot.
 Cold and hard as ice — weep under the moonlight,
We just petals in the blender, baby, foldin’.


Man, it’s wild how fast it all crumbles.
One day you got flowers in your hand — next day? --- Dirt.
It don’t mean it ain’t beautiful, though.
It just means you better smell that shit now.
Don’t wait.


we spin
we spin
we spin
we spin

Petals ft. Legi0n

The hundredth monkey effect is an esoteric idea claiming that a new behavior or idea is spread rapidly by unexplained means from one group to all related groups once a critical number of members of one group exhibit the new behavior or acknowledge the new idea. The behavior was said to propagate even to groups that are physically separated and have no apparent means of communicating with each other

100th Monkey ft. Legi0n

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I’ve chased shadows in spirals,
held ghosts in my chest,
screamed at closed doors
and wept in the webs.

I’ve mistaken cycles for cages,
thought noise was decay—
but even broken echoes
still teach us their way.

The past can’t be tamed.
The future won’t wait.
Some things die quietly,
others rupture fate.

I’ve learned:
the things I held dear
might not belong in the end,
might vanish like breath,
like dust on the wind.

But I—
I remain.
Not untouched.
Not unscarred.
But aware.
And aware is enough to begin.

I am the mind in which all unfolds.
The weaver, the watcher,
the one who still holds.

I may not choose the storm,
but I shape the sail.
I may not stop the spiral,
but I walk it with will.

I reconcile with what I cannot command—
and in doing so,
I finally understand:

Control was never in cutting the thread—
but in choosing how I weave
through what’s left unsaid.

(spoken outro)
Point to line
Line to Spiral
Spiral to Unravel
Cycle to point..

Cycle to Point ft. Legi0n

Forsaken
Was I taken
This must awaken
Force through the break in


It must've taken too long
I must have sung the wrong song
This can't be where I belong
I followed the steps, direction stares
Heart flares
Walls disappear
Mind tears...

Head underwater
searching for survivors
tumbled in the surf
can't distinguish the turf..
still find a wave to surf..


When senses fail
Memory reveals
We bite the tail
Cycle starts to seal

Break
Break
(wait)
Break 
Break

Forsaken ft. Legi0n

This is the way of hands
Shape it with demands
Weavers in the sands
Hold the silver linings 
Shape a sail that will withstand
What the seas will demand

departing from the land... 

We're the spider, weaving the last strand
It all could be broken with the wave of a hand
But we still crawl, and we still weave
The borders that shape, the lines in between

(outro)
Take my hand
hand
hand






(Spoken in Samoan)
O le mafai ona ou fa'aali atu ia te oe....
E le o oe na o le fa'aleleia.....

It's time

Way of Hands ft. Legi0n

This is my outlet to share certain experiences and phenomena I've dealt with. Legion is an entity free for all to use.

dreamspeak- https://www.soundcloud.com/alii

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