When you become me, you’ll finally see These people are blind to the greater disease We’re both tempting time with our souls on demand You can’t erase a weathered past You can’t maintain the master’s hand
Lay your eyes on these things your fathers have built These bridges and buildings connecting Their mothers before them exempered from the guilt Of generations intersecting Will we find a way to get it right this time? I’ve spent my nights awake, expecting you To come and help me find my way back home To the center intertwined To the answer I can’t find To the Pharaoh, the Pariah sings again
When you become me, you’ll finally see These people are blind to the greater disease We’re both tempting time with our souls on demand You can’t erase a weathered past You can’t maintain the master’s hand
How do we heal with the alchemists In such a cynic state of mind this time? What do we build when the architects have slaved themselves away for greed or God? How do we grow?
One for the lost and zealous One for the blind who don’t believe One for the dharma of mankind
(Sahasrana, I need you now.) Say, say that you’ve brought the rain to end this drought Sift through the lies See through the doubt
(Sahasrana, I need you now.) Say, say that you brought the rain to end my pain Cancel my eyes See through the clouds As the first drop falls from your grace to the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
