With the mind’s eye open wide
The feeling will become the sight
Wake up, wake up
To push the blame is not enough
Are we coping or just hoping for more?
Are we making the right choices?
Or are we showing our sensibilities the door?
The death of that ego
Brings life to a patient ghost
We welcome utopia
Realised in comatose
If we choose to move
From the archetypal history of discord of the body and soul
The advantages will find us all
Welcome the reason
Like the sun in any season
Be aware of the breeze that greets you
Is it air from the lungs of evil?
We’re unable to process
Or come to terms with
The world we’ll face
If we come to the surface
The death of that ego
Brings life to a patient ghost
We welcome utopia
Realised in comatose
The death of that ego
We welcome utopia
Wake up, wake up
To push the blame is not enough
We’re unable to process
Or come to terms with
The world we’ll face
If we come to the surface
With the mind’s eye open wide
With the mind’s eye open wide
With the mind’s eye open wide
With the mind’s eye open wide
