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letra de equilibrium - equation

[intro: voltaire]
instinct is, to flee and fight
but burnt out candles, don’t reignite
cold engulfs my body quick
my mind turns into foggy mist
in the black abyss beneath
glimpse the lights hand stretching out, i reach
feel its warmth embrace me

[verse 1: deacon the villain]
i learn the most from heathens and holy ghosts
wandered this golden globe, got lost on lonely roads
and my thesis, is until one’s deceased piece is
always in reach, just keep breathing
lliving, giving, loving, hugging, thugging
seeking a higher vibration buzzing
though struggling when downstreamin
tell the evil to get down demon
don’t be scared to wear your crown beaming
be the light
the heaven that we seek is within
opposing teachings is the reson all my people are grim
but let each setback, be fuel for the jetpack
don’t forget that, you are the author of your next act
forreal, go head and write that chapter
plus the ones after the after
pain, laughter
feel ’em both you know
friends and foes you know
love ’em both, let go and let’s grow you know

[verse 2: voltaire, epsilon]
as my retinas adjust
see a spreading path the colour, of elephant tusk..
it’s caressed by the setting of the sun..
with feather steps, i run
and surrender to this kingdom

when the wind blows here
they consider it a gift
but on earth, it’s a symptom of fear
i’m sprinting past the hills of forgiveness
to witness a figure so familiar, i approach it

gold winged, are the birds that’s aloft
a remote, dim earth as their backdrop
closing in, is a blurry black spot
another roaming soul who’s journey, has stopped

hey, taire
i’m lost in my d-mn thoughts
if this is real, how did our paths cross?
i guess we’re passed on
cause last song, we were mascots, for the damaged hearts
can you tell me what has happened?
well..
hallucinations don’t construe the fragrance of a flower bloom in april
so i guess we’re lucid, ain’t we?
maybe, life was but a dream
binding the fabric of time, by the seams

i guess so
death’s the sediment of life
we’re sentimental, trapped inside our egos
so experimenting with ideas of an existence in proximity to someone else
impossible, so they formed religion

base facts on perception
but senses concieved by our brains apprehension
of physical conditions, shapes our reality
so what’s existence if everything’s a fantasy?

d-mn..
we’re all just schrodinger’s cat
instead of opening the box, we’re all floating in this land
perhaps, paradise is an illusion too
our eyes still fail us like they used to do

womb to tomb, we crave what’s beyond our reach
eps, why can’t we just conclude pursuits
heaven’s illusion may elude to truth
but maybe it ain’t out there
but, deep within of me
we stay chasing answers
sunrays dance, i gaze off in infinity..
are we nothing but an incidental splash of divinity, all while
perfectly constructed in a symphony, called life

- equation

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