my image is dust, of a mere mortal morphing,
the finishing touch
i am morpheus, standing on the pillars of kush
while the devil and the guru stand right here beside me
am i just becoming what my past lives remind me
stuck in this circle, trying to break free
i slayed my last demon, so where's my enemy?
i'm an analog computer
ascending something ancient from the future
scattered cross the lands of the namib sands
whose dunes weave together like naked bodies
from a dying bird's eyeview
the world looks like calamity
but only family matters, and mine is humanity
my goddess like the earth, giving birth, beautiful madness
dance rain fire sex magic
the death of being born is ever so tragic
portals to another world, i travel the forgotten road
fire flies we glow but some of us got extinguished
for flying to high
see her wings got clipped when she knocked on the sky
we band together world's apart, my word is like the fatal art
to set apart the oldest ark...
standing in the sunshine
i'm surfing the skies
and whoever said that death is real, obviously lied
i'm just suspended in time, in a delicate fine
infinite quantum design
and my mind digs mines, thru the mind traps in time
barefoot tap dancing on the sun
knowing when the end comes that we're all one
you wonder why 2011 feels so good,
cause the world graduated from being boyz N' the hood.
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