Pull The Thorn Of Existence Out Of

From The Distance You Only See My Light; Come Closer And You Will Know That I Am You.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

I Lost My Hat While Gazing At The Moon, And Then I Lost My Mind.

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.