EPISODE · Sep 14, 2025 · 7 MIN
The Starving Oracle
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
The city’s a mouth, it’s a chewing, grinding jaw And I am the tongue and the tooth and the aching raw I feast on my minutes, I swallow my days whole This cannibal carnival devours its own soul I spin in the centrifuge, pulled from my core A hunger for more, always screaming for more But I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… breath untaken… In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain I built a cage of want, from the bones of my need And fed it my love, planted a money-seed It grew into a monster with my own face, my own eyes Reflecting a hollowed-out, bankrupt surprise A ghost in the machine of my own design Drinking the salt water, claiming it’s wine But I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… breath untaken… In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain And then… the crack in the dome! A sliver of eternity, a voice from the home Of the great silent bears, the Orion hounds Their cold fire whispers, it knows no bounds It said, "You are not the consumer, nor the consumed You are the space between stars, forever exumed!" Yes, the salvation is not in the taking, but in the seeing! Not in the having, but in the being! To stand small… small as a speck of galactic dust on the windowsill of infinity! To feel the great wheel turn, and know your true place is not to drive it, but to marvel at its spin! To be the quiet witness! The starving oracle finally fed by the void! Now I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… my head thrown back… Drinking the milky way, getting my true self back A single point of light… A silent, perfect note… Enough.
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The city’s a mouth, it’s a chewing, grinding jaw And I am the tongue and the tooth and the aching raw I feast on my minutes, I swallow my days whole This cannibal carnival devours its own soul I spin in the centrifuge, pulled from my core A hunger for more, always screaming for more But I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… breath untaken… In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain I built a cage of want, from the bones of my need And fed it my love, planted a money-seed It grew into a monster with my own face, my own eyes Reflecting a hollowed-out, bankrupt surprise A ghost in the machine of my own design Drinking the salt water, claiming it’s wine But I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… breath untaken… In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain And then… the crack in the dome! A sliver of eternity, a voice from the home Of the great silent bears, the Orion hounds Their cold fire whispers, it knows no bounds It said, "You are not the consumer, nor the consumed You are the space between stars, forever exumed!" Yes, the salvation is not in the taking, but in the seeing! Not in the having, but in the being! To stand small… small as a speck of galactic dust on the windowsill of infinity! To feel the great wheel turn, and know your true place is not to drive it, but to marvel at its spin! To be the quiet witness! The starving oracle finally fed by the void! Now I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… my head thrown back… Drinking the milky way, getting my true self back A single point of light… A silent, perfect note… Enough.
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