When I'm crossing the street I find
my mind's intertwined with the lines divine.
When I'm crossing the street I find
my mind's intertwined with the lines divine.
As I move to the rhythms of a luminous tune,
The ominous structures of the flowers in bloom.
The arrays of their orbits penetrate my temple,
seed bloom seems to be my soul's example.
As I zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
my oh my all the games people play.
I've been a witness to the ways of man,
I stood in silence with my head in my hands.
Mouth dropped wide open, blood in my eyes,
I laid to help with a twait on my thighs.
Crucified and divided with lines of separation,
wrapped up in this half-a**ed story of creation.
Jealous god on this side, loving god on this side,
while the presence of the goddess too long has been denied.
Should we follow the leaders who would make us blind believers,
relinquishing our freedoms, condemning all the dreamers?
Should we retreat the tools and potentials of our youths
waging war on third world countries while we're in Armani suits?
Should we repeat the toils, trials and tribulations,
feeding masses empty words, herds of verbal masturbation?
"Reputation is the key" my master taught me,
"Don't make a martyr out of me" said Mahatma Ghandi.
Should we follow the leaders who would make us blind believers,
relinquishing our freedoms, condemning all the dreamers?
Should we retreat the tools and potentials of our youths
waging war on third world countries while we're in Armani suits?
Should we repeat the toils, trials and tribulations,
feeding masses empty words, herds of verbal masturbation?
"Reputation is the key" my master taught me,
"Don't make a martyr out of me" said Mahatma Ghandi.
my mind's intertwined with the lines divine.
When I'm crossing the street I find
my mind's intertwined with the lines divine.
As I move to the rhythms of a luminous tune,
The ominous structures of the flowers in bloom.
The arrays of their orbits penetrate my temple,
seed bloom seems to be my soul's example.
As I zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
my oh my all the games people play.
I've been a witness to the ways of man,
I stood in silence with my head in my hands.
Mouth dropped wide open, blood in my eyes,
I laid to help with a twait on my thighs.
Crucified and divided with lines of separation,
wrapped up in this half-a**ed story of creation.
Jealous god on this side, loving god on this side,
while the presence of the goddess too long has been denied.
Should we follow the leaders who would make us blind believers,
relinquishing our freedoms, condemning all the dreamers?
Should we retreat the tools and potentials of our youths
waging war on third world countries while we're in Armani suits?
Should we repeat the toils, trials and tribulations,
feeding masses empty words, herds of verbal masturbation?
"Reputation is the key" my master taught me,
"Don't make a martyr out of me" said Mahatma Ghandi.
Should we follow the leaders who would make us blind believers,
relinquishing our freedoms, condemning all the dreamers?
Should we retreat the tools and potentials of our youths
waging war on third world countries while we're in Armani suits?
Should we repeat the toils, trials and tribulations,
feeding masses empty words, herds of verbal masturbation?
"Reputation is the key" my master taught me,
"Don't make a martyr out of me" said Mahatma Ghandi.