mIcRoCoSm

The more I try to clear my mind
the more it fills itself with noise
such morbid ways of an instinctual grind
it's supposed to make us men from boys

As the lethal fear of impending doom
grips the guitar in my empty room
I try but see no sense in holding back
whatever's to come on the unbeaten track

So I make sure I’m in a turbulent ride
life's no fun till there's nothing to hide
A gregorian shift of the planetary maze
a game of some mist in the vacuum of space

well I understand the creator's innate intentions
when nature destroys life imprejudiced by case.
It's in our race to consume our way to heaven.
where we've tripped beyond the point of no return
into the era of beginning... of the death of birth

buy buy mother earth

bye bye mother earth