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Third Eye Found
Prying open my third eye
Searching deep and far and wide
For the answer thats inside
The skies part, they swirl in demonic form above me
They speak of pain, of death, of confusion arising
The messiaic prophets are all turning in their graves
Loss for words is the description best fit
For humankind in times like this
We have so much drive, the passion, the love
Only to be decieved and enslaved from above
Words are my gun. Emotions are my money.
Love is my motive, and Universe is behind me.
Searching deep and far and wide
For the answer thats inside
The skies part, they swirl in demonic form above me
They speak of pain, of death, of confusion arising
The messiaic prophets are all turning in their graves
Loss for words is the description best fit
For humankind in times like this
We have so much drive, the passion, the love
Only to be decieved and enslaved from above
Words are my gun. Emotions are my money.
Love is my motive, and Universe is behind me.
Published 10th Sep 2011
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