My being takes the helm here before me
Transfers into light and it gives me
an inner sight and affords me
every single nerve to serve and inform thee
Altars of myself a deviation
The benefit of their annihilation
The chaos engulfs the ether
A mantra of trust, a true believer
This morning I can see
the sailing souls yearn for peaceful seas
You are one of us
You are one of us
You are one of us
Resign yourself from all the fear and madness
Disbelieve the lie of death and sadness
Once you're gone, you're gone to the hereafter
Embrace the joy and all the laughter
Altars to myself, an aberration
A benefit of my imagination
A wish, a fever, or is it a vision?
Maybe illusion or a derision?
Rest your mystic ways
Without justice
Without justice
There is just us
The line was crossed
A way was lost,
but now is found
Break the fallow ground
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I am Alpha and Omega
I'm the first and last
Creation story without glory
The present and the past
I am human, I am being
No longer in the caste
The nightmare's over, I am closer
The breaking of the fast
Who is evil incarnate who mines the substrate?
From a prisoner to a prophet
As a prophet I return
To be scorned, shunned and shut out
I welcome the burn
I said wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Can't you see it?
Come on! Come on! Come on! Don't deny it!
Grow out! Grow out! Grow out! Grow outside of it!
It's here! It's here! It's here! Everywhere you'll find it!
See the ones who bowed to me
They can be relieved if they would only see
See the ones who bowed to me
They can be set free if they wish to be
This I created, a fantastic maze
A hallowed haloed dayglow masquerade
In a moment of unknowing daze
A misguided collided inner craze
Sweet Septembers, joyous harvest rituals
Cold Decembers beholden to the fold
Forgotten memories of the sages and the tribe
Still all became victims of the paradigm
Victims of the paradigm
Victims of the paradigm
The journey to the sacred is to walk a path of pain
If you take the easy road, my friend, then what is there left to gain?
The lack of passion is the lack of the divine
To seek out death is to find the devil in the design
The devil in the design
The devil in the design
Maybe all that is ever
is the choice of love or fear
Forgiveness is not weakness
Strength is when a grace is near
We have won! We are one!
We have won! We are one!
(It was me - It was always me)
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