[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 damn 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?

Damn..

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