A cult or crew that know not of what to
Feet to hip
Leaf to breast
Throat to brain
and skin arrange
Now we're
A prevalent personality
Susceptible to understand
Pressured with an easy proce
As I peered into my mortal cup of mind
A moleten
Feeling something, needing something
Acting something out to this naive
Charac
What happened to honesty
What the hell's happened to truth?
An adverse
Evolution
Here's my hand you painted on
A circle fades inside a
Society's selfish meaning to confine
Disabled by the need to cure
How could I forget such a revelation
To love without fear
As one I'll meet the mortal memories
Reliving seeking silence
And know
I touch the string though the harp may not sing
Still
From the mountain top
He looks upon the crowds
Mindful among the
The space
We claim the space
The space
Hey comrade
What will it be like on the day we
Cosmic mother awaken us in
Thine impartial love for all
Bless us