Can i get them words outa you, you were
talking about the accomplishment of
returning to the accompliceness of earth
and man, a shaman. The daemon of
constant creation is bringing in the
nation of nature with imagination,
hit, through nurture I found it, I am it.
I'm the intention of intent of the
entire entities that are working with me.
Deliverance, if I had remembrance
then I would remember onde that ad
infinitum I will fly for the lives of
the infinite minds despised, that were
taken from the ones that fly high
with I, high, good high, I.
I do know that I am like them a mind
with a spirit that inhabits us, too
right, could we really get to feel as it
inside we'd not die, weed not die.
We'd all fly, we'd all glide, we'd all feel
this love inside: True spirit
has no time to die.
As infinitu , we'd have beat them, we'd
have been him.
Well they shall love it and they shall
leave it let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step is the ground
that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and
dust is what they be.
They're living off and dying on their own
mentality.
Circling through past passed the man had
lost the mask, the glass had
Shattered.
Now headed through spiralling acts he
has lost the nerve to act untrue.
Bothering news for actors untrue to the
truth through wich illusion grew,
through wich confusion kneeled that
man, making him think he'd understand
It.
With a fit did the man realise that all
was lies and that all that he had
tried 'til then been useless, actors
illusions, downright confusions.
Follow down that road he'd think, and if
you're good you'll turn right (I'm
ready), yet if you'd been good you'd seen
the light already.
So it came to him that night, that the
past is the past and the future's
the future. One's made up and one's to
make, going from now to then
Awakened.
Hey but if that ain't happened what has?
Who are these people wearing masks?
What are these people wearing masks?
They terribly look like monster.
Well they shall love it and theu shall
leave it let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step is the ground
that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and
dus tis what they be.
They're living off and dying on their own
mentality.
If each world is a place and each place is
a world then where does that
leave he.
In a place in the ground in a group with
they like he.
In a group with they like he, he will share
his energy.
With the ones that are born to the kind
that he be.
Fierce are the dreams that awake, uplift
take the mind weight. From body
weight to travel lightly on high terrain.
Main are the millions of mountain
peaks, that marry the valley deeps and
carry the trees that release the
seeds, and these stretch to the sun and
then breath upa a dream state. We
follow these and wait.
Shadows of deeds reflect upon, a filter
prong, that pokes and provokes on
and on, like bong hits, sacred or
sacriligious and naked in this.
Fears appear as evil in this world,
demons gang as packs in evil clans and
rise within to battle man and fight
for this world with might for this world
is powerful.
