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I can spot an Iblis
Talking business with big fish
Symptoms of the world sickness
That preach hate and survival of the fittest
We cast long shadows and pearls before piglets
I was in the woods waiting for the rain to pass
When it came to me with a flash of a brain synapse
You don't have to break your back for table scraps
Or take the task every snake you pass on the sacred path
We're just babies
Dig the planets, the architecture
The firmament projected on a stretch canvas
The phantoms in your head vanish, disappear
And for a split second you can see it all crystal clear (wow)
I'm a hungry ghost you're a hungry ghost too
A slave to an impulse that controls you
Raised by theives, outlaws and rogues through
The Kali Yuga age where a solitary rose grew
It's all symptomatic
Climb up the staircase, crawl in the attic
Translate the writing on the walls in the ground
We all rise up when the sky falls down
Give me light, give me rain
Nightmares, wayward paths, iron chains
Revelation, give me something to believe in
And flowers for my queen while the earth is still breathing
I can spot a loud mouth
A fraud with an inner sanctum like an outhouse
He thought that he was God like Father Yod
Fell from his babel tower
And lay shattered on the ground in the magic hour
I can spot the opposite
The smug new athiest that stripped the universe of its sacredness
And built a home in his self-satisfied void
Where he plays host to scarlet fever and typhoid
I've seen things that defy reason
All your wastelands are my Edens
Flowers grow from the corpses of dead magi
That fertilize a new earth and our
Tears feed the seeds in the dry season
I was raised by violet ocean waves
And learned to turn a phrase in a kaleidascope of ways
Behind the whole charade through the madness and decay
Half crazed watching matinees shackled in the cave
It's all symptomatic
Climb up the staircase, crawl in the attic
Translate the writing on the walls in the ground
We all rise up when the sky falls down
Give me light, give me rain
Nightmares, wayward paths, iron chains
Revelation, give me something to believe in
And flowers for my queen while the earth is still breathing
Contemplate
Until you come so close to the object of your contemplation
That you become almost one
One, one, one
One, one, one
One zero one zero one zero
One, one, one
You become one, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one