The world of flesh
The joy the stress
The fabrics of a life
The ego eye, the conscious spy
The focus & the guide
Such fever lust
In the neighborhood
One guarded spell
Deep down in the woods
Tinker tailor, you've the seed
Your breath alone's alive
The natural guilt, the chief belief
The several selves inside
Gone with a thrust
Hidden in thе bush
Such different forms
To be undеrstood
Comon, get up
Comon, get up
What's your perception
Would you like to procede
It's like lovely things that are swirling &
It's a gracefull state of mind &
Now all the gates will open wide &
Nothing's left to hide
The artificial meaningless
The supreme one negates
The invisible entity
The cells that take the shape
Such fever lust
In the neighborhood
One guarded spell
Deep down in the woods
Don't turn away
Don't turn your back on
For the rest of your life
Who do you rely on
Out of the ocean
Where the life may sway
Under the moonlight
For a brand new day
Out of the ocean
Where the life may sway
Under the moonlight
For a brand new day
Out of the ocean
Where the life may sway
Under the moonlight
For a brand new day
