They said the heavens fall when the skies cry/I think we all search for that one word to describe our lifetime/on this earth, the materialistic vision for the future is a dead end/a mad man at the end of the street with a loaded trigger to put a stop to peace/I speak, with the steps of a flower child, my footprints smell of herbal sensation from god's garden/Forbidden happiness was never clocked at a price, our own minds conquered ourselves, not then/we choose what we want to believe, so control the system, don't let the system control thee/