The fiery sun of my Evaporates the love lakes of my Clouds my thoughts and you into existence As I flight on bolts of lighting chaos as my concubine and you as my me
I of the you of the sea We of the land of the free What I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a sin set for a middle class existence
I see through and smell truth in the distance Beyond one smiles and laughter Lies are hereafter where tears echo You'd have to do math to divide a
By a tear times fear equals truth I simply in the air and if that's the case All I have to breath and all else follow That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, drums are
But I think straight I lack the attention to meditate My attention spans galaxies and now are immense are secular, moments are mine
Self is illusion, music's Noosed by the of Jimmy's guitar I Purple Hazed pendulum Hypnotizing the part of I that never
Look into my eyes are the of the soul It's fried collies and cornbread corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil Its the stolen blood of the
Used to make run and kill the fish Who me? I play The of dead fish of oil slicked seas My sister blows wind the hollows of fallen tress
And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of Echoes of eternity you heard of us We do rebirths, revokes and We threw parties in pyramids
I my tag on the wall The would echo of the stone And solidify the form of light bulbs Destined to light of the heads of future
They're releasing it up in the of OM you heard of us If not you must be trying to hear us In cases we can't be heard
We remain in the unseen In the center of bananas we exist uncolored by perception to the naked eye Five senses cannot sense the of our existence
And that's the fact In fact there are no facts, fax me a and I'll telegram I'll hologram, I'll telephone the Son Of Man and him he is done Leave a message on his machine
Telling him there are God and I are one Times moon times star sun The factor is me, you me
T slung rocks on Saturn blocks? 'Til I got up by Earthling cops They wanted me for their or whatever, picture me I swirl like the wind tomorrow to be today
Tiptoing the fine line everything and everything else I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through The sole living air of air and I, and, and all else Reverberating the space inside of drum
and bottles and chips And tomorrow then to the highest nigga I swing from the tree Lynched by the lowest of me
Praying that my will set me free 'Cause I'm afraid that all else is Mere language is I'd hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue
And let the scriptures be in gibberish As words be simple in my soulquarium And intellect can't swim so I stopped combing my So my could lock
I'm tired of to understand Perceptions are mangled and knotted anyway Life is more than meets the eye and I So elevate I to the third and even that seems absurd
And your thoughts you third isolated No man is an but I often feel alone So I peace through OM