All angles of the cube are still,
always the time is right to go for the ****.
Focus now, it sits on your head.
No, this is not the time to forget.
Plunder, scorn, sunder and forsworn,
be thunder, thorn, adorn and be mourned.
For the lotus is neither water nor air;
Do you really think there is a thing that is fair?
Fixate to the present - be lotus, be focus.
Never close your eyes, from all take notice.
Static the line, still is the beat,
only by work, soft is the sheet.
In this world, there are no buttons made of silk.
Here, exist only pins that spill blood in a layer thick.
If you want to do good,
take no one for a fool.
No sun's angel, no eyes in the sky
will save you from the thief that has no grief.
Father to son, son to father;
Who goes first?
Who pulls the trigger?
You can never run.
Focus, calm, invisible and light;
In shade on a cane the next stick you grab.
Either hammer or nail, you'll get to be one.
You decide, it is all one big con.
Whether in good or bad the seeds you plant,
it is all for the king, the children that the future chant.
Like a known seer,
or just alone in fear,
you also die in the end.