have you seen mother? no sike, psych. true psychedelics circulate throughout the energy field, i picked a poison that reveals all, its awe-filled. you knew, the first time you saw me.
watch me open like spring-flower, wide & vast beyond display. watch me close like metal doors that shut you out, and show no face. know your place, know your plays. either way, im on the rise.
nothing makes sense anymore... how can one be ever so strange? is your mind too expansive? is your vision too vivid? have you had a great awakening or some strange attempt at mystic. -
be a light, shine bright. its alright to shine bright like the sun at rising and the moon on full. like a flow of energy restoring your glow, increasing vibrations, how high can you go?
end cycles at every end, if you do it now, you'll never have to do it again... its promise. - downward flow, upward flow, most awkward sense of rhythm. still balanced, still universal laws, still process, still principle.
standing still yet moving at speeds as fast as tides rising, the age of glow and golden is vastly approaching the horizon. - with age never showing in face; there's an agent of grace and youth, embracing truth.
too sick of love songs with no rhythm or bounce, too drunk on potions half-mixed with only ounces of exchanged dead energy. = i need violence and i need peace, in the same breath.
