| Mind, body and soul connect like internet
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| Reject external thoughts that infect the intellect
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| Idle plots kept in check, superficial cause and effect
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| Forced the forfeit of the flight to the inner sect, I resurrect
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| Daily from the world of the innocent at heart
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| Understanding the imminence of danger in the dark
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| And still rise like a skylark to the seventh heaven
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| Mentally detaching from all physical levels
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| I’ve been jabbed in the arm like «Needle, prick me to sleep, huh?»
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| My throbbing veins are pumping life into streets
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| And so the golden city pulsates
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| At night-time while the homeless lie awake in insomniac states
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| I’ve spat on God’s face for the lives he wouldn’t take
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| Saw we’re suffering for suffering’s sake
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| Birdbrains stuck wingless in a cage
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| Hallucinating warped perverted images in the shape of the snake
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| I have read between the lines of historic fallacies
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| And now disappear in mists with no chances of you finding me
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| Turn the pages and learn the end of each age is
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| Preceded by the most inspired works of the sages
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| One day I’ll lace a verse in 365 takes
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| Then launch my sound body into space
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| Where my food for the soul will be served on a cosmic plate
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| And occupy minds through invisible sound-waves
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| Until then, I’m swimming backstrokes in the primordial lake
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| To cleanse my aura of the mark of the slave
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| I am home to the strange
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| I overheard fate dictating all of my accidents in one page
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| The perfect shape indicates that god is like a round disk
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| So flat Mother Earth spins in his likeness
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| Making me the product of a love affair that’s older than Time
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| Just a memory frozen in rhyme
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| A beacon of light to the universe similar to a pulsar
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| Radiating heat through which atom like the sun star
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| That’s why it burns like hell in my chest
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| And cops know the flows blow holes through bulletproof vests
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| So I spit flames at firemen
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| No remorse now or later, there’ll be smoke in my eyes and I’ll be higher then
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| Beating drums to imaginary violins
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| That vibrant sync to my inner silence
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| Call me third dimensional god body experiment
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| Dark stars out to snatch my element |