When you become me, you’ll finally see
These people are blind to the greater disease
We’re both tempting time with our souls on demand
You can’t erase a weathered past
You can’t maintain the master’s hand
Lay your eyes on these things your fathers have built
These bridges and buildings connecting
Their mothers before them exempered from the guilt
Of generations intersecting
Will we find a way to get it right this time?
I’ve spent my nights awake, expecting you
To come and help me find my way back home
To the center intertwined
To the answer I can’t find
To the Pharaoh, the Pariah sings again
When you become me, you’ll finally see
These people are blind to the greater disease
We’re both tempting time with our souls on demand
You can’t erase a weathered past
You can’t maintain the master’s hand
How do we heal with the alchemists
In such a cynic state of mind this time?
What do we build when the architects have slaved themselves away for greed or God?
How do we grow?
One for the lost and zealous
One for the blind who don’t believe
One for the dharma of mankind
(Sahasrana, I need you now)
Say, say that you’ve brought the rain to end this drought
Sift through the lies
See through the doubt
(Sahasrana, I need you now)
Say, say that you brought the rain to end my pain
Cancel my eyes
See through the clouds
As the first drop falls from your grace to the ground
