I can see my destiny
Through an ego of blinded eyes to see
I'm flying high to a silent scream
Soul to search, perfect dream
Behind a face of reality
Lies a hero of a mystery
Between the lines through your own mind
Another world to a perfect crime


Wake up and taste the wind
Breathe in breathe out the sin
I can fly real high
On tip-toe to touch the sky
I know what I need a crave to pop the seed
Destroying a habit of lust in a way of being harsh


In the garden between the weeds
Growing passion a magic seed
Every colour shape and size
Inhale in perfect surprise


Hey man I'm in this dream
Psychopathic mellow scream
I know who I am keeper of this funky jam
This time I can't lose, I'll do what I choose
Destroying a habit of disgust
In a way of being harsh


Stranger in me taking my moves
Hippity-hoppity astrology blues
Time is short, illusions bought
Taking for granted what I just taught
It's you; it's me taking a chance in flying free
Filthy, greedy a taste of philosophy

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