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The Mission
Seems to me, we're all stuck in a human prison--
Slaves to duality.
Is this heaven or is this hell that we live in?
Seems to be, the harder I look the less I can trust in my vision.
Now it seems I see,
Nothing but a haze, in which all things are hidden,
And to walk in that haze, is to walk unforgiven.
See, we're all missionaries from birth,
But I feel like we're lost on our mission.
Got so caught up in life, that we forgot about livin'.
How many times have you felt the night air on your skin?
How many times have you talked with the light that's within?
Or were you too busy being bathed in the murk and the din?
See, to me that's the cardinal sin--
Too caught up in this false world you've been given.
An' everyone's shouting out answers to questions they don't understand,
Thought we'd found a steady platform,
But we're all standing in quicksand.
Could we really believe this was all made by our hands?
I'd rather die trying to fly, or to walk on water,
Than to give it all up, and submit to the slaughter.
Did we ever perceive this could all die by our hands?
We started with Eden-- our world a garden of beauty--
But now we're busy burning Eden, as if death was our duty.
So I ask that we all close our eyes, shut our mouths, and just think,
Let's bring heaven back to Earth, before we all sink.
Let's get rid of this haze, start to find those things hidden.
Our first step out of this maze is our first step forgiven.
Let's get back to our mission--
That is finding the meaning to this life that we're livin'.
Go out and feel that night air on your skin,
Go out and become that light that's within.
Once we bathe in life's waters, we will wash away sin,
And we will learn from these waves what it means to be kin,
And then we'll watch as these waves lift the dirt from our skin.
Let's put out the fires of Eden, let's get back to the beauty--
It's time we all saw that it's LIFE, and not DEATH, that's our duty.
Slaves to duality.
Is this heaven or is this hell that we live in?
Seems to be, the harder I look the less I can trust in my vision.
Now it seems I see,
Nothing but a haze, in which all things are hidden,
And to walk in that haze, is to walk unforgiven.
See, we're all missionaries from birth,
But I feel like we're lost on our mission.
Got so caught up in life, that we forgot about livin'.
How many times have you felt the night air on your skin?
How many times have you talked with the light that's within?
Or were you too busy being bathed in the murk and the din?
See, to me that's the cardinal sin--
Too caught up in this false world you've been given.
An' everyone's shouting out answers to questions they don't understand,
Thought we'd found a steady platform,
But we're all standing in quicksand.
Could we really believe this was all made by our hands?
I'd rather die trying to fly, or to walk on water,
Than to give it all up, and submit to the slaughter.
Did we ever perceive this could all die by our hands?
We started with Eden-- our world a garden of beauty--
But now we're busy burning Eden, as if death was our duty.
So I ask that we all close our eyes, shut our mouths, and just think,
Let's bring heaven back to Earth, before we all sink.
Let's get rid of this haze, start to find those things hidden.
Our first step out of this maze is our first step forgiven.
Let's get back to our mission--
That is finding the meaning to this life that we're livin'.
Go out and feel that night air on your skin,
Go out and become that light that's within.
Once we bathe in life's waters, we will wash away sin,
And we will learn from these waves what it means to be kin,
And then we'll watch as these waves lift the dirt from our skin.
Let's put out the fires of Eden, let's get back to the beauty--
It's time we all saw that it's LIFE, and not DEATH, that's our duty.
Published 12th Oct 2011
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