With his last cold breath
The Samurai's sharpened sword
Discarded her head

While some of us talked of peace
Others were quietly polluting
While some of us made a living
Others were busy looting
While some of us were dancing
Others built a world for excluding
While some of us were dreaming
Others held rifles; saluting
While some of us started running
Others were busy shooting
While some of us lay bleeding
Everyone walked away.

while washing my feet
by the foot of the mountain
winter touched my soul

The melody's chased by the rhythm
And thought contemplates finding expression
Form needs to hold onto something
Heaven has got a burning confession
Infinity desires one night with limit
Limit's proposed eternity to creation
Freedom just tied herself to *******
Love had her first taste of destruction

Thinking about you
Is all the meditation
I need in a day