Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Dying in a spiral prison,
What's the measure of the life I was given?
Young, male, white skin, straight, Christian,
And **** in the *******.
If they ain't fittin' into this disposition,
Either ditch 'em in the field or the kitchen.
Steal their will and their children.
Passivity doesn't work against active aggression.
Back of the bus, back of the line,
And this ***** is my possession.

Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Dying in a spiral prison.
What's the measure of the life I was given?
It's money manufacturing to make a living.
Lack of education keeps you penny pinching.
Given just enough just enough rope for suicidal lynching.
Not to mention the mouths of your dependents.
Bacon laminated to the table with elbow grease.
Spread the bread and butter,
And do your best to stretch the cheese.
Still go the wheels on lease

Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Breaking out of spiral prison.
Never underestimate the seeds of persistence.
The fire of resistance stays alight in the heaviest blizzard.
Lightning
Strikes upon the death of our leader.
Set the heathens free to search the heavenly ether.
Smitten in a godly instant.
Sorry, not sorry.
The whole affair is as shocking as kaminari.

Waters of Visualizations flow through my soul
Slumbering, peacefully, winds of energies from afar
The call and whisk me away
To those astral planes allowing us to walk
and travel without tolls. without limitations.
As I touched your hands and I looked into your eyes
Your face appeared that it was not of this Earth
It was Human in looks and her beauty was quite breathtaking
She spoke in a language which seemed as if it were from ancient times.
Beautiful sounding words.
At first, my brain could not comprehend the messages that she was trying to convey to me
After holding her right hand, a glow, to my temple
A short while later...in talk and in understandings of each other
We had no limitations and were free.
She spoke of the lack of appreciation
For the gifts of being placed in a new and beautiful world
Underappreciating the intelligence that "our family" was given
However, it had not dared to even tap within the childlike entry into such logic and learning.
How she reached out to me as I had been one of the few who tried to reach above this limits in which our family had been proud to watch me frow and overstep
I realized then.. we were not of this Earth.
We were a race from beyond the stars and were, to the openness to see such, were unwilling.
After strolling for what appeared to be many hours
It, was indeed many years on our real planet, which she spoke the name of "Xinix"
"Remain off course and watch the downfall of your world and extended family through useless wars and power greed. Refuse to see our true native tongue..not in words..but in telekinetic Communual Speech of Connected Minds."
"Spread the word. You have the brain knowledge I shared and the willingness to see our second planet grow. We shall always be in touch. Even past the measurement of stars...Through our Living Souls...
I know, Xenopus (your Xinic Race Name. To slow down or stop this infinite, childlike  insanity...or be the rescued while those about you destroy their own existence."
"I'll be looking after you."
The winds threw me back into my "ordinary and Logical World.."
This time, I "knew such travels were not of a dream"
As looking at my chest in the mirror - I saw the glowing blue heart beating from inside of me...
My true Family crest of one who Shall Help Teach the world. To those who would be able to understand and listen.
So I might be able to save, much more of our family, to reach the joining of a peaceful and loving race, true blue.

I can spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
this is how I play

Do not forget how to play
or else you will regret every day
doing the same **** for little pay
trapped while you become gray
amorphous blobs that weigh
friendships left to decay
souls that fade away
what can I say
invite those castaways
to join you while you play

While we spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
This is how we play
Thank you for joining

Eight is the number we share in years
A quiet plea, she hardly hears
This is where the magic ends
Giggling with her other friends
Eight is the number we share in years
Alone, I’m drowning in my tears.

It is true that we all have an identity and it is true that it has been with us since birth,
It is also true to say that we as certain and specific individuals have chosen to ignore disregard and change our supposed identity in exchange for one that is perhaps only coherent to them and their thoughts
It's a “ chicken and egg” argument, what came first , the body or the mind?
Did consciousness slowly evolve as it was gently dipped or violently thrown into an abandoned society, or was a new-born childs greatest gift an unseen preordained fabrication of it's own existence

The world around, this is the mind at large
So how can you be judge and jury
When you're fostering an identity
Of which you are not in charge
To be what you desire
Is the answer for one
But to be what you are
Is the answer for all
And if it is a battle
Between body and mind you are torn
Then the simplicity
Is not an irrational irregularity
It's the power of reason to understand
That the mind of constraints came after
The physical was born
It is the eyes that see
And a mind that you follow blindly
Knowledge at birth
Wisdom with age

Seven’s the number we share in years
Strangled gasps fall on deaf ears
Crying out and brushed aside
You can’t run and you can’t hide
Seven’s the number we share in years
Crumble, crash, succumb to fear.

...Some are afraid to die in their beds
But I afraid
To die in their heads...