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Part VI of the unfolding concept album.
In "Cognizance," the sixth chapter of the narrative, realization comes too late. Awareness doesn’t bring clarity—it breaks the mind.

The song follows the collapse of will and identity as the protagonist confronts truths that no one is meant to hold. Piece by piece, faith dissolves, and what’s left is numbness, self-inflicted pain, and a loop that never ends.

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Lyrics

COGNIZANCE

torn apart
cannot unsee
colapsed heart brings numbing to limbs
projects
designs
long lost

over
cognizance
surpass
all flesh and mind

dissapointed
at what cost now you're here
piece by piece credence is over

over
cognizance
surpass
all flesh and mind

a lonely ride to perdition
figure the exit by yourself
turn off the lights where you're on
the circle repeats

self inflict
injuries that never heal
no turnning back, your fate is sealed

over
cognizance
surpass
all flesh and mind

open
understand
no man
can handle truth
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Written & performed by: Esipthycide
Recorded at: Juan Plazas' home
Artwork by: Juan Plazas

► Listen to Part IV – Omen: https://soundcloud.com/esipthycide/omen
► Follow for the full album rollout: https://linktr.ee/Esipthycide

The Tunnel

Cognizance

Misery Kings

My first live piano performance Schweeeeeet (I've since added harp and acoustic guitar but the live piano/vox performance remained the foundation)

Human time rules❤️‍🔥

The law of attraction. I can't remember what author championed it. But it's very true in a sense I think. We project and absorb either positivity or negativity. The world and average mind set is showing us negativity on steroids at the moments and as far as I can see people are re-projecting that negativity when they are not conscious about absorbing and re-projecting it.

That's why I feel so strongly in positivity especially now. We can actually get that positive wild fire we need from people to spread empathy instead of apathy. We don't all need to understand that, we just need enough of us to be tuned to ourselves enough to not reproject the negative energy we see in front of us even if we are the target.

As my Mum says to be all the time...

Don't reflect it back Carl... 

Greatest spreaders of love ever known to existence. My Mum and Dad. Lyrically here I actually refer to the Sun as Mum and Dad. This is completely true in an evolutionary sense. It is our true God and lit us our path 4.5 billion years ago. It's real and it's the truth as most sane minds accept so maybe let's not get hung up on the well spoken clowns that have tried to brain wash us since. Our kids deserve proof, not confusion ❤️‍🔥

Listen to A Secret of Sleep by ZenGazer on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/NTOcsZOaiYc8R1H6hp

Shout out to Zengazer. He inspired me to put this piece out like this and to stop being a pussy with the piano. Cheers bruv 🫡 🔆 



This is the New

This is the end
The end
Come the new
Goodbye pretend
Mindset meets knew
Knowledge of old
Becomes feathered told
Neurons of gold
Expansion soul bold

White noise wiped out
Lie addiction not doctrine
Awakening clout
Affliction not toxin
Pain felt knows feel
Eyes meet the real
Tears of the sun
Reflection of Mum

Evened mouths shout
Together pined whine
Our pride becomes solar
Just water grape vine
Evolution gets bolder
More young as older
Bright sky lit rad
Thanks daily good Dad

Sonnet extend our bright lights of truths
Kids smile their happiness
Living our proofs
Mending them
Making them truer for all
Changing their tunes
Good want for next call

Composer of sum
Direction for anger
Pure bliss is on
Rise spirited hanger
Gone heaven and hell
Old mindset once fear
We live for today
Tomorrow made clear

Perfection like Wasp or Leaf or mighty Shrew
Sit 'side existence
This is the new
This is the end
The end
Come the new
Goodbye pretend
Mindset meets knew


https://youtu.be/ukhmq5on-IA?si=8pMdhyNug85KiSj4

This discussion with Neil Di Grasse Tyson on AI inspired a lot of this song

This is the New

A Sunless Ritual

NoiZ

Mirrors With Eyes

Star crossed lovers with an arson problem. A mini musical movie about lovers on the run...
Added to the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept  2025)

(Act 1: Young lovers on an arson spree)
Lyrics:
She puts the gasoline in my truck
And then we drive down
And we like to burn up
Local buildings
And alleys
And trashcans

She likes to come out with me at night
And burn things down
She can't explain it
It's just how she feels
It's what see needs
Simultaneous release
While burning down the Hardee's (a USA restaurant chain)

We got black magic spells right off the shelf
I have a split personality
And I hate Ourselves
We have  a compulsion
To  blow things up
It's all fucked up
Young arsonists in love
Young Arsonists in love (3X)

We have black magic spells
Right off the shelf
The good ones are mixed in
So it makes it hard to tell
We understanding the poetry
Of burning things up
Burning shit up
All fucked up
Young arsonists in love
(End Act 1)


(Act 2 : Chase and capture)
Young arsonists in love (3X)
We're on the run
She says: let's burn down a Chevron

We have black magic spells right off the shelf
The Doctors say we seem alright
But you know that we can't be helped
The Police ask: Is this behavior carnal?
"Officer"
She said:
"Have you forgotten how to marvel?"
Forgotten how to marvel?

Young Arsonists In Love

Veils in the Valley of Mists

Veils in the Valley of Mists
A Kingdom within my mind 
From the battlefield that Never ends
Lost in Lifes Eternal silence 

Forced and deceived  into chaos 
Memories from a life that never was
Dark Wounded Soul
Rejected and forsaken 
It's now my only forbidden horror show 

Buried with  their guilt 
No vision of life
Submit to their truth 
It's all a lie 

Children of the Sea 
Children of the Damned
Forged in Fire, Forged in Death
Drag me through sorrow 
Drag  me through the pain
Will my life in the shadows 
always remain 



Oss-Veils In The Valley Of The Mists

Distance To Horizon

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

From Sweden and Uruguay
Also check!
Rasmusson C S 
Arngrim 
All The Seeds
Hole In The Sky

Oss-Veils In The Valley Of The Mists

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