Lyrics
Some kind of simplistic statistic purporting to be a mystic
Out of the same unquenchable need for something to come in between
The aching world and my perspective
I'm trying to disinfect it
I'm trying to introspect it
I'm at the intersection
I feel the miracle of what they call the spiritual and we're all spherical and
I don't fear it ending
The truth is emanating outward from within
And I don't have to keep it back in the blackness
Fact is, the chemicals that we've elected to believe in
Nevertheless will keep us frozen like the demons of the season But no
We keep cheesing and we keep wheezing
And we're too damn beaten down to look for antecedents
So we clamor to believe without reason
Happy to appease that treason
Look at these cold streets, can't perceive them
That man's making G's and that kid's out freezin'
They're crumpled and bleeding but the company's increasing
So look who they're policing
These titans of war on the decent aren't ceasing
These weapons are the core of the beast that frees them
We're kneeling on the floor and the priests are feasting
Facing to the east I rise with Ra on the horizon
Salt flows out from the eyes baptizing
I walk to the rhythm of the back bone's step
I talk to the river when the path falls back
Pachamama please don't leave me
I can hear you speaking through the leaves that feed me
Deep into the cover of the trees you lead me, taking my feet from the head
And Pachamama keep me breathing, help me to be open when the sea's receding
Let me keep rolling when my hands are bleeding, give me the strength of the wind
Give me the strength of the wind
Give me the strength of the wind
Give me the strength of the wind
Give me the strength of the wind