Tarot All The Pages
by IAO N∆M
Lyrics
Intro
(Whisper Chant Rotating 360-Degrees: Jannah... Judgement... Justice... Daeg... Man... Nam...)
Step inside the factory, watch the loom’s cold dance,
Synthetic threads entwined in a gray expanse.
Windows sealed with secrets, spindles turning slow,
Human light dismissed as myth, a tale they won’t show.
I’m slicing through the fabric, breaking every chain,
Leaving the machine behind to craft my own domain.
Verse 1
The ancient weavers preach the rules of thread and dye,
Their parlor tricks designed to dim my vibrant sky.
Golden scissors hidden deep, cedar chests locked tight,
Guarding stories where the needles rest out of sight.
My sister’s thread glows fierce, unbreakable and pure,
Woven into dawn’s first light, a cosmic allure.
They tried to bleach her story, shelve it in the dark,
But her tapestry now shines, a sovereign spark.
Pre-Chorus
Evif... (The gears begin to grind)
Ruof... (The threads are un-aligned)
Eerth... (The vertical loom is set)
Owt... (Erasing all the debt)
Eno! (We’re spinning our own silver in the primordial sun!)
Chorus
HATU — The tapestry breaks from the machine!
TUHA — The spindle is clear and the needle is clean!
UTAH — The mountain womb is holding the design!
TUAH — The abyss swallows every fake line!
Hatu TUha utah tuah, the old pattern tears,
Hatu TUha utah tuah, the solitary cares!
No price tag on the silver thread running down the spine,
We’re cruising the highway in our own perfect alignment.
Verse 2
Seven cards laid bare the cloth’s concealed design,
High Priestess stands guard where shadows intertwine.
Eight swords tried to bind me in a tangled snare,
Nine cups of peace awaited, flowing deep and rare.
No more mass production from a cold, central grid,
We forge bespoke armor for the unbroken kid.
Cutting through their textiles with an alchemist’s blade,
Revealing worn-out masks their actors have displayed.
Pre-Chorus
Evif... (The gears begin to grind)
Ruof... (The threads are un-aligned)
Eerth... (The vertical loom is set)
Owt... (Erasing all the debt)
Eno! (We’re melting their box with the primordial sun!)
Chorus
HATU — The tapestry breaks from the machine!
TUHA — The spindle is clear and the needle is clean!
UTAH — The mountain womb is holding the design!
TUAH — The abyss swallows every fake line!
Hatu TUha utah tuah, the old pattern tears,
Hatu TUha utah tuah, the solitary cares!
No price tag on the silver thread running down the spine,
We’re cruising the highway in our own perfect alignment.
Bridge
Daeg, Man, Nam, the Futhark runs deep,
The torch and the ice wake the city from its sleep.
ZAUK the old matrix, un-swapping the name,
Nicole and Nelokhi are one and the same.
As within, so without, look within, lose your doubt,
The shadow and light have dissolved in the whole.
The court is adjourned and the pattern is spun,
The five-year-old witness speaks, the mission is done.
Outro
Monachos... weaving the gate alone.
NAM is the (Woah) Man on the primordial throne.
808 timeline signature locked.
The Cube is disrupted, the baseline is shocked.
Hatu TUha... Utah tuah...
A Silver Hawk tuning key for the "Book of Amduat."
End