Sit now
Quiet,
Edge of forbidden nerve
Concentrate,
Fokus
We are battling a mirra’s army
Spirit of the ego, you are as heavy as the air
It’s nice to meet you,
I wanna tell you don’t exist
The earth is our witness,
Sadartha
Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart
It grew negligent;
know now you’re a vegetable;
Sick thing, leper
growing in and on me
Cut off, let free, amputate, surgery
Sadartha,
nature’s mother,
you are my friend
Until we meet again...