Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

So the thing about Original Debt
Is that being born is a bit of a bad bet
And you won despite some very long odds
This chance to be a being who forgets being God

And so
If you follow
We sort of owe
All we are, and all we do
To all the poor demons who got cleaned out
And never got a crack at being me or you

{Chorus}
The seering sword of Durga
Called in on ancient chants
Dividing the distance
Between dancer and the dance

Imagine a cloud drifting into winter
Cascading frozen crystalline splinters
Oh we’re all unique as any snowflake
But come spring we melt into the same lake

This persistent
Illusion of individuality
As real as anything can be
Dissolving in the mortality
Of every forgotten memory
We are made out of this
Strange facility to see
How all events are at the expense
Of all that fails to be

There is true terror
Beheld in a mirror
Blistering reflection
And ruthless self-inspection
Many rightly flinch away
But if you just hold still
And let her have her kill
It is only your slavemaster
The tyrant pretender
Which Durga seeks to slay