What happens when the walls we have built to protect ourselves become our prisons? What happens when the systems we created to find meaning end up smothering the very truth we were seeking?

Our new song is an exploration of this question. It is a provocation, a historical journey, and a question aimed directly at the heart of our modern age. It is a song about the institutions we have inherited and the “living flame” of truth that burns beneath them all, waiting to be rediscovered.

The Forgotten Seers

The song opens with a tribute to the figures who have always stood outside the walls: the “Forgotten Seers.” These are the voices throughout history who spoke without dogma, who offered no system, and who, after sharing their truth, simply “vanished, left alone.” They are the North Star of this song’s philosophy, the reminder that truth is a direct, personal experience, not an institution to be joined.

They carried no banner, built no throne, They spoke, then vanished, left alone. The world chose crowns, the world chose law, And buried the flame they truly saw.

The Walls We Built

From there, the song takes an unflinching look at the great walls humanity has built in its search for meaning. This is not an attack on faith, but a critical examination of the institutions that often claim to own it. Each verse journeys through one of the world’s great traditions, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, and Hinduism, and acknowledges their noble origins while questioning how their “living flame” was often codified into law, dogma, and hierarchy.

It is a look at how the “covenant carved in stone” can overshadow the “living flame,” how preaching love with “blood stained hands” creates a tragic contradiction, and how a master’s final words, “Be a light unto yourself,” can be lost in a forest of empty rituals.

This is the difficult truth: that any system, no matter how beautiful its origin, risks becoming another cage.

The Great Unmasking

But the song does not just look to the past. It turns its gaze to the most powerful force of our time: Technology. Here, the perspective shifts. Technology is not just another wall; it is the force that may, unintentionally, cause all the old walls to crumble.

The machines arrive, the work is gone, The wheel we leaned on won’t turn on. Entertainment fades; desires run dry, The void remains, no place to hide.

In a future where our old identities and distractions, our jobs, our entertainment, our constant striving, are rendered obsolete, we will be forced to confront ourselves in a way we never have before. Technology becomes the final, unforgiving mirror, stripping away our masks until we are left with the “naked fact of what we be.”

The Living Flame

This is where the song finds its ultimate, revolutionary hope. The collapse of the old systems is not an apocalypse; it is an awakening. The chorus is a call for this rebirth:

The age is turning, Humanity awakes, The walls are breaking, the old gods shake. Beyond all temples, beyond all blame, We rise together in living flame.

This is an invitation to find our unity not in a shared creed or a common flag, but in the shared, direct experience of being human.

This song is our question to the world. A challenge and a hope. We invite you to listen, not with the filter of what you believe, but with an open heart.

The Seers of No Master ask you:

Are you ready for the new age?

Lyrics:

Forgotten seers… voices of fire…
They stood without dogma, without creed,
No church, no mosque, no temple’s claim,
Only the naked truth of being.

They carried no banner, built no throne,
They spoke, then vanished, left alone.
The world chose crowns, the world chose law,
And buried the flame they truly saw.

You praised the prophets of old,
But turned from the seers who gave no name.
Now their silence shakes the earth,
Now their echo cracks the sky.

The Evolution begins…
Listen…

Judaism!
You carried the covenant carved in stone,
But the living flame you left alone.
You crowned the Law, but forgot the breath,
And bound the spirit in rules of death.

You named yourselves the chosen race,
But turned from the stranger, closed the gate.
The voice of prophets cried in vain,
Ignored for power, ignored for gain.

You clung to scrolls, to word and rite,
Yet feared the one who brought the light.
The Christ in your own street,
You turned aside, refused to meet.

You guard the past with iron hand,
But truth is larger than one land.
You shaped a cage of tribe and creed,
And lost the fire all hearts still need.

Christianity!
You raised the cross and built the throne,
But silenced the voices not your own.
You preached of love with blood-stained hands,
And claimed dominion over lands.

You blamed the Jew, you cursed their name,
Yet walked the path of just the same.
You crowned yourselves with church and law,
But crucified the truth you saw.

Your priests grew rich, your kings grew strong,
While widows wept and slaves dragged on.
You spoke of heaven, sold the grace,
And left the poor in their disgrace.

You feared new prophets, stilled their song,
You burned the thinkers who proved you wrong.
You built cathedrals, proud and high,
But crushed the soul that asked you why.

The age is turning, Humanity awakes,
The walls are breaking, the old gods shake.
Beyond all temples, beyond all blame,
We rise together in living flame.

Islam!
You raised the cry: “The last, the end!”
No more to come, no voice to send.
You sealed the sky with sword and word,
And crushed the doubt you would not hear.

You bound the heart with law and fear,
Made questions vanish, made silence clear.
You hardened mercy into steel,
And claimed submission was God’s seal.

You built your walls of right and wrong,
But truth flows free, it runs too strong.
You claimed one prophet closed the gate,
But truth cannot be bound by fate.

The river runs, it will not dry,
No single book can cage the sky.
You chained the world with “final claim,”
But truth returns, it can’t be tamed.

Buddhism!
“Be a light unto yourself,” the master said,
Yet monks repeat words from books long dead.
The silence vanished in chants and bells,
A forest of rituals, empty shells.

You built great temples, marble and stone,
But truth was bare, it stood alone.
You worship form, you kneel to name,
And smother the spark in borrowed flame.

You preach no-self, yet cling to role,
A robe, a title , and miss the soul.
The living path was wild and free,
Now bound by dogma, ceremony.

Hinduism!
The sages danced barefoot in the grass,
But idols and castes let freedom pass.
You chained the spirit in fate and birth,
A prison of order around the earth.

The Vedas sang of a cosmic song,
But priests made walls to keep out the throng.
The seeker’s fire was turned to law,
The mystery drowned in what they saw.

You raised the gods with golden crowns,
But left the poor in rags and frowns.
You claimed the soul is bound to caste,
And buried the truth in the ancient past.

The dance of Shiva, the play of all,
Became a doctrine, became a wall.
The river flows, yet you dammed its stream,
Trading the real for a hollow dream.

The age is turning, Humanity awakes,
The walls are breaking, the old gods shake.
Beyond all temples, beyond all blame,
We rise together in living flame.

Technology!
The machines arrive, the work is gone,
The wheel we leaned on won’t turn on.
Entertainment fades; desires run dry,
The void remains no place to hide.

No wage, no grind, no duty’s call
In empty rooms and echoing halls.
The masks fall limp, at last we see,
The naked fact of what we be.

No screen, no game, no war, no wage
Can cage the truth at history’s stage.
Stripped of our names, we stand alone
Before the vast, the great unknown.

Are you ready for the new age?