| Hard to see the darkness
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| Strangers, strangers…
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| I’m old school like what’s your sign? |
| And see lives in number-lines
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| On a journey where paths cross in a special place called Time
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| A cross-breed of Martian and Venutian cultures
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| That stands androgynous with astrological scales in the structure
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| And fights for victory in esoteric wars, but bound by universal law
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| To mutate thought-form and break down proverbial walls
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| I’m reaching out, blood-brother, magnetize these iron cells
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| And start exploring the hidden realms where ancient secret science dwells
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| My sixth dimensional love chemistry covers bodies in layers
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| Just say my name like bedtime prayers and out the shadows I’ll appear
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| And create kingdoms out of air and monstrous giants that feed on fear
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| We’ll sail on astral trips to the constellation of the Great Bear
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| We’re wide awake at the slightest hint of skylight
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| Mechanically absorb the humid rays of misty sunshine
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| Then resurrect on earth at light speed and breathe
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| Make peace with self, the level of these matrix phases deep
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| It’s enough to make eyes bleed
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| But there’s no use in crying baby, the living is high, the need to survive
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| Plays tricks on my mind daily and my vision of right’s hazy
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| Just take me to the moon and back, I heard the flowers are phat
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| I wanna sift ideas through both hands like desert sand
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| And revel in youth, with looks like Helen, send masses to early heaven
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| My animal nature’s devilish to a microscopic level
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| I am horns on a rhinoceros, obscure, erotic omnibus
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| And my thoughts twist like the tentacles on an acrobatic octopus
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| And attach hard to attract like the gravitational pull
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| Of earth and moon see how the tide moves
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| Making ocean waves crash until the hard rock goes smooth and yields to the
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| force, willing
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| Got me confessing I’m up to no good like bored children |