Trying to find the time to grind
Down the halls of a winter ball
Until the engines stall and I fall
From the sky into the place I lie forever
I try to make it back
But it seems I'm never quite on track as I used to be
In my deep blue sea of reality
Still you set me free as I feel my spirit leave
You pull it away and make it your own
Give it a home and watch it grow
Set it low so I can touch it as the wind blows
Then I sit for a bit and get lit under the moon
It looks like a shroom in full bloom
They call me a healer and a dealer for what I do
But it is them I sooth when I move in close
Pale as a ghost they walk away relieved
An idea concieved in thier minds
Only the achieved can find
Talking to me I see the faith of grace
Placed in thier hearts from the start of thier lives
I cry sometimes about the lies placed in our minds
Telling us to live in horror but do nothing
We must do something, we must break free
Don't you see we must lose the temptation in the lake of our minds
And make the hate fade to good
Is it understood or would you rather we stand away
and let them play in our backyard
Even if its so hard to guard against that which may seem
Like a dream but is reality