Tekster: Shaman. No Mind.

Eyes Glazed, fancing deeply
what the mirror make you be
Blinded by this shell
That someone think it's tight for yourself!

Ego makes you kneel
No room for soul!
Thoughts won't let you grow
its feeds your pain and emptiness

Wipe out all this lime and mold
All inherited from society
Mind is extra-weight, unload!
Free to ride through existence

Eyes Glazed, wide awake

Staring at what you could be
Blinded by the dispair
that your mind puts there selfishlessly

The lamp isn't real
It's light , for sure
Thoughts will overflow...
'till it drowns your heart and soul!

Wipe out all this lime and mold
All inherited from society
Mind is extra-weight, unload!
Free to ride through existence