7 acessos
Research finding pathways in the seamless web
In black spaces between words a field unknown
Repeat endless mantras of the stored collective drown
A surface-world is what the senses show
But you cannot taste the essence of your soul
Sever all strings to the confined
Forget all that has been
Sever all strings to mortal life
Unveil and see through
With every thought you find a sequence has begun
And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
Through false sensory perceptions of the flesh
You paint without colours on a canvas blank
Deceived by the history on which we do bestow
Based on the past we re-enact what's gone
And when all else fails your essence will go on
Sever all strings to the confined
Forget all that has been
Sever all strings to mortal life
Unveil and see through
With every thought you find a sequence has begun
And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
All that's been said and done is open to perceive in any way desired
Now behold- conflict is gone
Whatever you find is never the truth
Unless it doesen't die as time goes by
Whatever you find you just have to wait
All things found will in time be gone
Sever all strings to the confined
Forget all that has been
Sever all strings to mortal life
Unveil and see through
With every thought you find a sequence has begun
And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
All that's been said and done is open to perceive in any way desired
Now behold- conflict is gone