Paroles Dust de Primitive Reason

Textes et Paroles de Dust

Can I get them word's out of you,
you were talking about the accomplishment
of returning to the accompliceness of earth and man, a shaman.
The daemon of constant creation is bringing in the nation of nature with imagination, hit, through nurture I found it, I am it.

Forever I will fly for the lives of the many minds despised,
taken from the ones that fly high with I, High, good High, I.
I am like them a mind with a spirit that inhabits all,
too right, were we to feel as it inside we'd not die, weed not die.

Fierce are the dreams that awake,
uplift, take the mind weight
From body weight to travel lightly on high terrain.
Main are the millions of mountain peaks
that marry the valley deeps and carry the trees that release seeds,
and these stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.
We follow these and wait.

Well they shall love it and they shall leave it
let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step
is the ground that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what they be.
They're living on and dying off their own mentality.

Circling past passed the man had lost the mask,
the glass had shattered.
Now travelling negative acts
he had lost the nerve to act untrue.

Bothering news hard to choose
the truth and this illusion grew,
disillusion kneeled that man,
making him think he'd understand it.

So It came to him that night,
that the past is past and the future's future.
One's made up and one's to make up,
going from now to then awakened.

Hey but if that ain't happened what has?
Who are these people wearing masks?
They terribly look like monsters,
they terribly look like...

Fierce are the dreams that awake,
uplift, take the mind weight.
From body weight to travel lightly on high terrain.
Main are the millions of mountain peaks,
That marry the valley deeps
and carry the trees that release seeds,
and these stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.
We follow these and wait.

Well they shall love it and they shall leave it
let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step
is the ground that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust
and dust is what they be.
They're living on and dying off their own mentality.

If each world is a place and each place is a world
then where does that leave he
In a place in the ground in a group with they like he.
In a group with they like he, he will share his energy.
With the ones that are born to the kind that he be.

Fierce are the dreams that awake,
uplift, take the mind weight.
From body weight to travel lightly on high terrain.
Main are the millions of mountain peaks,
that marry the valley deeps and carry the trees that release seeds,
and these stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.
We follow these and wait.
We follow these and wait.

Shadows of deeds reflected upon...
like bong hits...
religious and naked in this...
demons gang as packs...
and fight for this world...
for this world is powerful

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