Testo Reverie

With mountains to climb
And deserts to cross
For the utopia, the search for the truth

MY mind seems bigot
But my eyes are wide open
I see it all, and I hate it all
I see it all, and it's sickening me
I see the barrier who's holding out minds into worship

I'm not blindfolded, I see it all and I hate it all

And as you're sleeping with pictures in your head and hymns in your ears
Lies about your life, lies from the worshipped

I am so awake, I am writing my own hymns
I am painting my own pictures
I swing freely under the gravity which I influence

The change will come, and it will show
Your greed became your demise
But you wouldn't believe me.. No