Man And The Mask

Can I get them words outta you,

you were talking about the accomplishment

of returning to the accompliceness of earth and man, a

shaman.

The daemon of constant creation

is bringing in the nation

of nature with imagination, hit,

through nurture I found it, I am it.

I'm the intention of intent,

intense to the extension of extent

of the entire entities that are working with me.

Deliverance, if I had remembrance

then I would remember once

that ad infinitum I will fly

for the lives of the infinite minds despised,

that fly high with I, High, good High, I.

I do know that I am like them

a mind with a spirit that inhabits us,

too right, could we really get to feel as it

inside we'd not die, weed not die.

We'd all fly, we'd all glide,

we'd all feel this love inside.

True spirit has no time to die.

Ad infinitum, we'd have beat them,

we'd have been him.

Well they shall love it and they shall leave it let

dream be their destiny.

The ground that they step is the ground that they be.

They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what

they be.

They're living off and dying on their own mentality.

Circling through past passed

the man had lost the mask,

the glass had shattered.

Now headed through spiralling acts

he had lost the nerve to act untrue.

Bothering news for actors untrue

to the truth through which illusion grew,

through which confusion kneeled that man,

making him think he'd understand It.

With a fit did the man realise that all was lies

and that all that he had tried 'til then been

useless,

actors illusions, downright confusions.

Follow down that road he'd think,

and if you're good you'll turn right (I'm ready),

yet if you'd been good you'd seen the light already.

Love it and they shall leave it let dream be their

destiny.

The ground that they step is the ground that they be.

They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what

they be.

They're living off and dying on their own mentality.

Fierce are the dreams that awake, uplift, take the

mind weight.

From body weight to travel lightly on high terrain.

Main are the millions of mountain peaks,

that marry the valley deeps

and carry the trees that release seeds and these,

stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.

We follow these and wait.

We follow these and wait.

Shadows of deeds reflect upon a filter prong,

that pokes and provokes on and on, like bong hits,

sacred or sacriligious and naked in this. Naked in

this.

Fears appear as daemons in dream world,

sins appear as evil in this world,

demons gang as packs in evil clans

and rise within to battle man and

fight for this world

with might for this world

is powerful.

Love it and they shall leave it let dream be their

destiny.

The ground that they step is the ground that they be.

They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what

they be.

They're living off and dying on their own mentality.

If each world is a place and each place is a world

then where does that leave he?

In a place in the ground, in a group with they like

he.

In a group with they like he, he will share his

energy.

With the ones that are born to the kind that he be.

So It came to him that night,

that the past is the past and the future's the

future.

One's made up and one's to make,

going from now to then awakened.

Hey but if that ain't happened what has?

Who are all those people wearing masks?

What are all those people wearing masks?

They terribly look like monsters.

They terribly look like monsters.