The fiery sun of my Evaporates the lakes of my soul my thoughts and rains you into existence As I take on bolts of lighting Claiming as my concubine and you as my me
I of the you of the sea We of the moon land of the What have I done to this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle existence
I see through smiles and truth in the distance Beyond one smiles and laughter Lies are hereafter where tears echo You'd have to do to divide a smile
By a tear times fear mere truth I simply in the air and if that's the case All I have to and all else will follow That's why drums are hollow, and I drums, drums are good
But I can't think I lack the span to meditate My attention spans here and now are immense Seconds are secular, are mine
Self is illusion, divine by the strings of Jimmy's guitar I swing Hazed pendulum Hypnotizing the of I that never dies
Look my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and It's corn milk flour sour eggs and oil Its the stolen of the earth
Used to make run and kill the fish Who me? I scales The scales of fish of oil slicked seas My blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress
And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of of eternity maybe you heard of us We do rebirths, and resurrections We threw basement in pyramids
I my tag on the wall The would echo of the stone And solidify into the of light bulbs to light of the heads of future generations
They're it up in the form of OM Maybe you of us If not then you must be trying to us In such cases we can't be
We remain in the unseen In the center of unpeeled we exist uncolored by perception Clothed to the eye senses cannot sense the fact of our existence
And that's the only In there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll telegram I'll hologram, I'll the Son Of Man and tell him he is done a message on his answering machine
Telling him there are God and I are one Times moon times times sun The is me, you remember me
T amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks? 'Til I got up by Earthling cops wanted me for their army or whatever, picture me I swirl the wind tempting tomorrow to be today
Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through The sole air of air and I, and, and all else follows Reverberating the space of drum hollows
and bottles and chips And tomorrow then sold to the highest I swing from the tree by the lowest branches of me
Praying my physical will set me free 'Cause I'm afraid all else is vanity Mere language is I'd rather hum or my soul tattooed to my tongue
And let the scriptures be in gibberish As words be simple fish in my And intellect can't swim so I combing my mind 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 and even that shit seems absurd
And your thoughts leave you isolated No man is an island but I feel alone So I peace through OM