ARVUT — KILL THE I

I came here looking for something more,

tired of knocking on the same damn door.

This beastly life had run its course,

but I still couldn't find the source.

Then came the friends and made it clear,

the thing I needed was already here.

Not in myself, not in my mind,

but in the brothers I left behind.

Advertise the goal until I see,

there ain't no road that's meant for me.

Raise the greatness of the Creator high,

until there's nowhere left for the I.

Friend tells friend and group tells group,

until we're pulled into one loop.

Each one building the other's desire,

each one throwing wood on the fire.

I don't need Arvut to save my skin,

I need Arvut to bury what's within.

That stubborn bastard screaming, “ME!”

that keeps my heart from being free.

So crush my pride with brutal love,

and raise the greatness from above.

Let me disappear inside the ten,

and find my true existence then.

The deficiency must fit the plan,

not what the ego wants from man.

The thought of creation sets the aim—

to make us one, not praise my name.

And when the world has had enough

of empty promises and useless stuff,

it too will finally ask us why:

What do we gain when we kill the I?

Then we can show what we came to prove:

connection is not something you improve.

It's where the shattered pieces start—

Arvut is one collective heart.