• Written by: Mackenzie / Cavanagh / Craig / Harwood / Kenny-Smith / Walker

The silver cord, a glowing thread
Binds us to the higher divine
A bridge immortal and unspoken
Helping us to truth-align

Theia
Theia
Theia…

Theia, a force of destiny
Fate intertwined with that of earth
A ticking clock of new reality
A spiritual rebirth
And when Theia it did impact, the silver cord did snap as well
Leaving the soul to sail on a journey beyond that which we dwell

Theia
Theia
Theia…

Meet our maker
Dance with Theia

So perhaps our Theia's collision was not just a cosmic death, but also a means of fusion and the day we took our first breath
Towards a higher, truer ego in the vast and honeyed sky
Leaving behind our mortal coil
Silver cord now torn, the spirit flies

Theia
Theia
Theia…

Meet our maker
Dance with Theia
Meet our maker
Dance with Theia
Meet our maker
Dance with Theia
Meet our maker
Destroy Theia

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Motor spirit
Motor spirit
Motor spirit…

Theia
Theia
Theia…

Theia
Theia
Theia…

I'm just a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
I am free and I am marooned and tied to my bodies

Like a dog on a freeway I commit my life to end it my way
Like a dog on a freeway
End it my way

Silver cord
Silver cord
Silver cord…

Theia
Theia
Theia…

In Theia's void a world yet named
A throng of spirits fly into that space in space not yet replaced to build a life and be renewed
Out of the brine and cosmic foam, one spirit grown in new gardens
Without seeing
Without hearing
The body without organs

Of what it's meaning is I know that I am too tiny to be cognisant of something that ripples across celestial sea
Droplets on invisible space making gravitational waves
I ride them to the astral beach to be marooned with the body