Transcend from society, eject into space
look in the mirror and you wont see you face
eject from reality into the great green plains
in the woods, is their a god?
in the woods, you don't think hard
oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space
O' sweet, let me see your face
for the time has come, to float all above
past fake gods, past the cosmos
into to nothing where non- existence takes place
then you will never see your face
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Transcend from society, eject into space
look in the mirror and you wont see you face
eject from reality into the great green plains
in the woods, is their a god?
in the woods, you don't think hard
oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space
O' sweet, let me see your face
for the time has come, to float all above
past fake gods, past the cosmos
into to nothing where non- existence takes place
then you will never see your face
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