No More Room in our overstuffed minds

This song is very simple. It is about letting go of the definition, every definition, of what we call life. We don't know if this is life or death, heaven or hell, or everything simultaneously. It's about letting go of every psychological definition we were taught. We call ourselves humans living on earth. Why do we use these terms? Is it not because that is what we were taught from birth? Certainly, it is. We don't know what or where we are. We're here, and we don't know where 'here' is. It's about stepping out of what we were taught and being free to breathe and listen.

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We tried our best to make it better

But in the journey, we forgot each other

Now is the time to come together

There’s no more room for error

There's no more room in this empty mind

No more rooms to rent

To the vagabonds selling their scent

I will never hold this in my scarred hands

Always made it for the bold

Living in the dying cold

They took all they see without care

No more room

Nothing here to sell

Beyond heaven and hell

Melting waves of nothingness

Is blissful kisses

Wishful kisses

We tried our best to make it better

But in the journey, we forgot each other

Now is the time to come together

There’s no more room for error

We tried our best to make it better

But in this journey, we forgot each other

Now is the time to come together

There’s no more room for error