Released on December 31, 2013

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I float farther, I float softer

I float ‘til I can’t float no longer

Bathe in the summer sun, I am one with One

It’s just begun my ascension into a Martyr

Sent by the Father, sent by the Intuition

I was under the Tree of Life, awaiting my Crucifixion

All of me is found among human essence

All of Us is found Away through transcendence

Homie, I’m on that fucking real shit

I feel it hit the pit of my stomach, a strata of colors

Appear real quick. I have made my connections

I’ve gone through the motions and changed my perspective

The cycle of the seasons keep their ancient procession

After Manifestation I’ll attain my Ascension

The Body of God stands clothed before the Mirror

Enclosed; the white rose glows so you step through the glass

And float

Float, float, float, float, float away

And burst into flames

Float, float, float away

The circle has turned and all has merged into place

I smoke stronger, I smoke ganja

I smoke ‘til I can’t smoke no longer

Because of Heartache I get to Dreamstate

After Passing Away I’ll start fresh on a clean slate

[Heartache] and then I saw the light

[Dreamstate] Felt like I was in the middle of a field meditating while

[Passing] my chakras bright. And they aligned with the stars and the moon

[Away] Only when I’m in tune do they ever offer the Truth

My vision blurs as the water level recedes

I begin to adjust to the overwhelming brightness

I’ve slashed the heart of the machine, it feels like it’s

Part of a lucid dream because it seems like I’ve resolved my crisis

The external authority’s glory surely diminishes

But the vibrations in my blood remain dissonant

‘cause The Body of God stands naked before the Mirror

Exposed; the white rose grows so I step inside myself

And float

Float, float, float, float, float away

And burst into flames

Float, float, float away

The circle has turned and all has merged into place

Float, float, float, float, float away

Float, float, float away

[The Body of God stands bare before the Mirror

Exposed; the white rose dies so we step in ourselves

And float]