Prana - Intellectual

Next? I talk to speak to you

I'm feeling fright strugling through every fight cell

I swing in space and breathe

Tired from the smothering but higher from the smell

But higher from the freedom in the deed

Crystal clear drops of crystal clear you

It's crystal cleared you?

I known your word that was spoken first, was spoken

The last

I am at last

But a mouth of another I heard you

From the mouth of a brother, saint

Gone, people cry

Dyin' blood

Old people die

Cryin' blood

Through the eyes of the suffering sun

Earing through the earing

Earing it all

Earing me here

Earing so near

Searching for the first

Searching from the last

I'm searching for the mask

Searching from the first

Searching for the last

I'm searching for the task

Speaking in words

That last not in verse

That last not in text

That last not in breath

That last not in mind

That last not in kind

That last not long

Empty and full

Gone, people cry

Dyin' blood

Old people die

Cryin' blood

Through the mouth of the suffering sun

In silence the unknown world has turned

The only by the one who was many and the same

Beautiful pain

The beautiful saint

Gone, people cry

Dyin' blood

Old people die

Cryin' blood

Through the mind of the suffering sun