Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
Peacefulness, peacefulness, peace-ful-ness | |
Is in the mind of the beholder | |
Behold, my mental piece | |
Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
And a step beyond | |
To a level of my own | |
Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
Yet some say that i am insane | |
Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
And pulls and pushes me | |
Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
That combine, to form the crooked line | |
That we call.. peace y'all |
Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
Peacefulness, peacefulness, peacefulness | |
Is in the mind of the beholder | |
Behold, my mental piece | |
Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
And a step beyond | |
To a level of my own | |
Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
Yet some say that i am insane | |
Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
And pulls and pushes me | |
Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
That combine, to form the crooked line | |
That we call.. peace y' all |
Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
Peacefulness, peacefulness, peacefulness | |
Is in the mind of the beholder | |
Behold, my mental piece | |
Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
And a step beyond | |
To a level of my own | |
Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
Yet some say that i am insane | |
Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
And pulls and pushes me | |
Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
That combine, to form the crooked line | |
That we call.. peace y' all |