We gotta face it head on this time
and I'm touching base with the moving inner eye,
Farewell brother, we gotta go, Got to open the mind,
touch the plateau.
When I journey to the base of this pain
I place the blame on the one who holds my name
and no-one else, deal with the cards I've been dealt,
I'm about to follow what I've always felt.
I got the spinning conspiracies evoked close to me,
one mans delusion is one mans satori,
well I'm feeling the third eye presence, bright luminescence,
my hands are shaking with the outside essence.
Enough muse on my recent demise,
we got the way and the means so we rise,