We run a nasty chain, the young will not betray us
Our minds and mental frames protect us from the chaos
You too shall seek the truth amongst those that you chose
To win and lose
We must escape from the shadows of those that are chaining us down
That are blocking the source underground
Thus numbing is our world's most used appeal
And numb is the word that our master deals

The center is a constant
and change surrounds it
change itself does not change
wanea told me this

When I was a little kid I used to figure this,
that deep within the ground was the center of things,
and so that's where I was headed
deep within the ground and I did it,
I was found through a hole in the ground
I dug ferocious till the motions stilled emotions
and I saw notions asleep
I was to be what I was to be.
I had responsibilities to the opportunities
And the possibilities that were offered to me

A conquer at the cocoon,
conquest to the capsule that covers and encloses seed soul
Spirit manifestation in this material world and experience of the senses

And senses not to miss so picture this:
A girl runs free through a dream
surrounded by a mystery that rips at the seems
It is man made history,
the supreme man-made
one who stands at the gate of the castle is a slave,
one who says to her

Dare you compare the clothes that you wear with your body?
Are they you?
Are they true?
Do you measure?
Do you separate?
Can you calculate what it is that has made this dream that awakes into bliss?
Before there was two there was one.
Before there was one was the center.
Remember? In the mind there is you and I.
Between the earth and the sky there is you and I.
In this castle or palace there is you and I.
It is we that define and remind the divine.

We met at sunset seasons later.
Seems that then a bet was met by a maker
Because in all these years neither the tears nor the fears
amount to half of the cheers that I felt when I met her

Yeah I knew her I was pleased.
Wanea was a woman who was tied to her beliefs.
Had my head between her bosoms and explained so gracefully.
Volition is volatile vision,
verbalized eloquently
Sounding serious and committed to a far reality

As in distant as in abstract,
summarized beautifully
me, she said,
I spy with the eye third
you fly high bird In the sky wehli

It feels right,
very light but very scary though
Even though the higher you climb the higher you grow
unless you can fly you can fall and grow nothing
You should beware over there
they'll give you reasons why you should not care


Become numb like them but remember
that you come from the ones that care
for the ones over there you will smile and declare
that you've come for us
like you've come for them that you've come to bust