Can I get them words outta 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,
intense to the extension of extent
of the entire entities that are working with me.
Deliverance, if I had remembrance
then I would remember once
that ad infinitum I will fly
for the lives of the infinite minds despised,
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.
Ad infinitum, 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 had lost the nerve to act untrue.
Bothering news for actors untrue
to the truth through which illusion grew,
through which 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.
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.
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 seeds and these,
stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.
We follow these and wait.
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. Naked in
this.
Fears appear as daemons in dream world,
sins 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.
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.
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.
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 all those people wearing masks?
What are all those people wearing masks?
They terribly look like monsters.
They terribly look like monsters.
