The Long Ascent”
(Modern Allegory of the Cave — continuous lyrical train)
Intro — 72 BPM
Neon prophets in my hand
Selling me a borrowed plan
Every swipe another chain
Every truth reduced to flame
Keep me warm inside the glow
Tell me everything I know
Shadows dancing on the wall
Comfort keeps us sleeping small
We trade silence for the noise
Manufactured hearts and voices
Filtered faces, polished pain
Addicted to the endless rain
Feed me anger, feed me fear
Keep the distant danger near
If I never stop to see
Then the cave becomes reality
Transition — 92 BPM
We don’t speak, we synchronize
Mirror-coated battle cries
Every question feels like war
Every answer shuts the door
Build a tribe around the screen
Worship everything it means
If you doubt, you disappear
Belonging feeds on borrowed fear
We became the algorithm
Rhythmic thought without a rhythm
Outrage moving vein to vein
Certainty became the chain
And the walls began to hum
Like a warning from beyond
Something breathing through the cracks
Pulling all my vision back
Descent Into Awareness — 64 BPM
Why does silence feel so loud?
Why am I afraid of doubt?
Why do I defend the pain
Just because it has a name?
Static living in the wires
Smoke beneath the choir fires
Every image slightly bends
Every certainty pretends
I can feel the concrete move
Under everything I knew
Like the cave itself could hear
Every hidden thought and fear
Something in me turned around
Toward a distant, burning sound
Not a voice and not a face
Just the fracture of the place
Awakening — 118 BPM
It burned my eyes before I saw
How small we made the endless dawn
Truth arrived without a name
Not to heal me — but to change
Every chain became visible
The moment they seemed invisible
Every comfort, every role
Built a prison for the soul
I climbed through the shattered stone
Terrified to stand alone
Light was not what I believed
It revealed — it did not relieve
Outside the cave the sky was vast
No final future, no fixed past
Only motion, depth, and scale
And all the stories grown too frail
Return — 84 BPM
So I turned and walked below
Back toward the familiar glow
Carrying a wounded flame
Nothing in me looked the same
I came back speaking fire
They heard betrayal, not desire
I pointed upward through the smoke
But comfort laughed before I spoke
“Sit back down,” the shadows said
“Truth is dangerous to spread.”
“Why destroy what keeps us whole?”
“Why disturb the sleeping soul?”
Some cages lock from the inside
Some truths arrive and still divide
Some will hate the opening door
More than they hate the prison floor
Final Movement — 76 BPM
Now I walk with quieter eyes
Suspicious even of the wise
For every light can cast a shade
And every truth become a cage
Maybe freedom is not sight
Maybe freedom is the fight
To question gently what appears
To face ourselves beneath the fears
Every doorway hides a wall
Every answer grows too small
I am still learning what is real
Still mistaking what I feel
Yet somewhere past the noise and glow
Beyond the things we think we know
There remains a fragile spark
Moving softly through the dark
Not perfection.
Not control.
Only the turning
of the soul.
Dialogos of Eide 