| Metanoia, reshaping the world | |
| It can teach you | |
| And reprogram you | |
| It can show you the flood | |
| That's trapped inside | |
| This one's alive | |
| The tail is breathing | |
| And she's listening | |
| Kill the serpent | |
| Divide, disperse and grow | |
| Into an oak | |
| A silver lining on a black scale | |
| Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode | |
| But where is the fourth? | |
| You can climb there | |
| To your lofty perch | |
| It can teach you the fairytale of hurt | |
| Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn | |
| I'm a child, I'm a lover being born | |
| Satchidananda | |
| Disregard the path I'm on | |
| You can justify the action, should you bless | |
| My ambition and my indecisiveness | |
| Satchidananda | |
| Let me know that you exist | |
| Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone | |
| I am separate from everything you know | |
| Mystic referee I promise to return | |
| Once I've given up and lessons have been learned | |
| Satchidananda | |
| You can watch my fire burn | |
| We were talkin' junk right, | |
| Just before the show | |
| This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence | |
| He took one look at us, and he said: | |
| "Help me, | |
| Drummer, | |
| Ticket, | |
| Yeah!" | |
| We didn't play his favorite song, | |
| Now he'll never come to another show | |
| Hospitals and woods confirm | |
| Red in the eyes of everyone | |
| Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones | |
| Turned into jade and tiger's eye | |
| Save me some dark hair over a face like hers | |
| She'll help the rain come to a pour | |
| Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two | |
| Warm where they touch her porcelain | |
| Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road | |
| Wrapped in a knot indifferent | |
| Lion's foot unearthing all the things I've seen | |
| But never truly understood | |
| Rotten wood from oceans that were never green | |
| Crumbles beneath the canopy | |
| Secretly | |
| Let's pretend we never touched the sugar | |
| Tonight, under rose | |
| You won't find another wheel to roll | |
| When autumn winds appear | |
| We wear these fears on our right | |
| It just wants to be surreal 'cause | |
| All dressed in diamond image jeans | |
| Mercury's found in old field | |
| We miserable in love | |
| And chance we walked | |
| Right on in, into the streets of the city but | |
| Watching people disappear | |
| Without reaching out | |
| Years and years | |
| You're left by yourself | |
| On the wheel |
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