| Last of a dying breed, salt of the Earth
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| Policed and been hated by the church since birth
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| Banned and forgotten was the prophet in the prophecy
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| The opaque brotherhood they label it hypocrisy
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| Like a lost practice of the guilty crimes
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| Stricken from the book so they think it won’t survive
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| But the call the brotherhood opaque is too strong
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| Time to write another chapter, we’ve been gone far too long
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| Look once you see a flash like a shadow
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| Make it a double take your wife gets left a widow
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| Dark Lotus kinda like a boxer’s fist
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| Five of us packed together, covered up and ready to hit
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| We turn bodies to souls, souls to blackness
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| The devil’s most cleverest trick is to make you think he don’t exist
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| We opaque, translucent an eternal brotherhood
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| A secret society buried deep up in the woods
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| Opacity basically means that you can’t see
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| The brotherhood of five elements we get deadly
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| Behead thee
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| Throw it at your devil call it wicked
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| Knee deep in the cloudy water see a lotus never pick it
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| Conflicted by thoughts of life and death and in between
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| If you’re true psycho skitso then you’re knowing what I mean
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| As we march in a procession down the long and windy path
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| Skeleton hand for a compass, dead skin for a map
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| Even on a sunshiny day, I’m grimy
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| I can’t find my way, untie me
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| I don’t mind the hate, it reminds me
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| I’m of time and space
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| Five nomads (five)
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| Followers of no fads
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| Lotus stem rises up above the pedals of grass
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| Which was once over towering
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| Now we overpowering
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| Planting our seeds for whatever tomorrow brings
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| I’m separated and laughed at from most kinds
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| I stood firm on my own two and passed by
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| My middle finger in the air because I’m that guy
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| Who don’t give a fuck to watch each and every one of y’all, die
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| Now put that signal in the sky and let em know that I’m a lotus
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| And brotherhood is the life
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| And if we growing keep the focuses stronger
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| And we’re gonna get it
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| No longer can we forget all the power that we can shift
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| Opaque, black light haunted by the flash
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| The Lotus grows where the roses pass
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| No light, no dark, no bad, no good
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| You can’t see through the opaque brotherhood |