Wanea

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 opportunity

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 well 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...