Origin
David A. Molina Lyrics

I'm singing this song in an act of rebellion.
I'm using my music as a form of rebellion against societal norms and expectations.

If I wear a white shirt would my appearance seem clean.
I wonder if people will judge me based on what I wear, or if they will look beyond superficial appearances.

I've emptied my skull of stale symbolism.
I've let go of old ideas and ways of thinking that no longer serve me.

From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain.
I removed you from my life as if you were a harmful addiction.

Craving some daylight and the sobering cold,
I yearn for clarity and a sense of reality in a world that can often feel chaotic and confusing.

I had heard of that deity from a yarn I'd been told by an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter.
I learned about a higher power or spiritual force from someone in my community who has a deep understanding of nature and the world around us.

He had the spirit of a bird and the soul of an orphan, he released in me wisdom and happy endorphins.
This person had a free-spirited, independent nature like a bird, but also had experienced hardships like an orphan. They taught me valuable lessons and made me feel good both mentally and physically.

Wish me luck I'm in trouble again, I'm in love with a woman friend.
I'm facing challenges again, this time because I'm in love with a female friend and am unsure of how she feels about me.

So I let out a whistle and my hound came a yelping.
I called my loyal companion and they answered me eagerly and obediently.

Our Diana she bathed in that there pond beyond those ditches,
The woman I'm in love with took a bath in a nearby pond or body of water.

I hear an act of contrition from Christopher Hitchens sent the opium smoker of to the Astral Plane.
I recall something I read or heard from Christopher Hitchens, who expressed remorse or regret for something and sent someone who used drugs to a different plane of existence.

Then I moved through the forest while unraveling the line I had placed on my chisel and my well worn blade.
I journeyed through the wilderness while carefully unraveling a thread I had previously attached to my tools of creation and destruction.

From her tongue and her teeth I bare the marks of a slave.
The woman I love has left visible marks on me like a subservient or oppressed person, as if I'm at her mercy.

Being chased by this beast many young fellas died.
A dangerous force or entity has caused the deaths of many young people who couldn't escape its clutches.

Poets digging their trenches have been buried alive by that clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes.
Even creative and introspective people have been destroyed by this elusive and deadly being's gaze.

Would Luna and Lupa both emerge from the den if they gazed even once into the origin of men.
If the symbolic female wolf or goddesses of the moon were to learn about the true source or beginning of humankind, would they emerge from hiding or emerge as leaders?

Would Luna and Lupa both be put to the sword if they dared even once touch the origin of the world.
If they tried to uncover or touch the true origin of the universe or reality itself, would they be punished or killed for doing so?

Wish me luck I'm in trouble again, I'm in love with a woman friend.
Once again, I'm facing difficulties because of my romantic feelings for a female friend.