All things unseen, desire no acknowledgment
to all who concede to be trapped in the conscious state
who cannot perceive beyond their own element
who ostracize me for presenting the paradox
oh, Paraclete... do comfort me
The Serpent be wise but it only takes a fool and his flute
to deceive him unweave him from his basket of truth
mesmerized, by the music of lies
Don't be ensnared or lured by society
please don't forget it was they
who had stolen your dreams
as a child, in exchange for the immaculate lie
like that time in your youth
you'd see things in your room and cry out
your mother rushed in turned the light
(You're only dreaming, I don't believe you)
Close your eyes it is alright
(I did not want you, I did not want you)
It's only a dream
(I never loved you, I never loved you)
She's teaching you how not to see
(I did not want you, I did not want you)
Just like her society
The institute of higher earning
seduced you from your path of learning
They say the soul is but a theory
and now your body's growing weary
But now you've got no god to pray to
for god is only human virtue
astronomically projected
unreal for science can't detect it
nor put it in an incubator
a test tube or an oscillator
subject it to mere human scrutiny
can't they see there are things
bigger than you and bigger than me
All things that live, desire continuance
All things that die, desire a reverence
All souls contained have fear of the elements
All souls released shall return to the embodiment
of all that is god and all that is man ascend
to all that is god and all that is man
The institute of higher earning
seduced you from your path of learning
They say the soul is but a theory
and now your body's growing weary
But now you've got no god to pray to
for god is only human virtue
astronomically projected
unreal for science can't detect it
nor put it in an incubator
a test tube or an oscillator
subject it to mere human scrutiny
can't they see there are things
bigger than you and bigger than me
Can't they see the god that's with-in
is with-in the god that's without
Can't they see the god that's with-in
is with-in the god that's without
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth