Prophet and Sky Drops
i dance into the divine
my entire life i have been in training
one two three
four five six
i wait for the moment
when the time is right
to come and follow
the path i was called too
some days it is hard for
i feel the world is against me
pressing hard on every side
trying to destroy me
but death and destruction
can’t touch me
i am not afraid to die
so i will live hard
fierce and fast
throw my head in the sun
and dive
confuse people
you try to figure me out
but you can’t see with a numb heart
what i am doing
if you close your eyes and sleep
your tv is your prophet
feeding you the truth according to the word
of the king of money and greed
anger and hate
bow down my friend
and worship the prophet
who tells you to sell your love
sell your soul
and come follow them
down the path
work all your life so you can feel
alright
your prophet hates me
and rightfully so
hates everything i say
about these things
wants to destroy you and me
your prophet has no heart
it won’t reach out when you’re breaking down
just fill your soul with anger
hate, fear and doubt
your prophet lives in your house
you work hard to provide for it
feed it with electricity
if your prophet turns off
you feel so empty
your new found holy spirit
is the tv
sorry to say it but maybe it’s true
that you got a whole religion
your tv’s your prophet
that tells you
what to do
what to think
what to buy
what to believe
don't be angry at me
i am just trying to get you to see
past that thing sitting in front of you
telling you what to do
silence is golden
nature is bliss
don’t forget to listen to the voice
within
spark in the dark
flies too to fast
to be shot down by the other side
you can’t end a life
that has no limits
you can’t kill a soul
it’s always alive
but sometimes it’s all fried
and broken
empty and hungry
starved like Africa
dying like one third of humanity
what is going on here
don’t you see what is happening
silent
i will now leave you
i am going off to the world
to see the sun
and dance in the clouds
and run in the woods
by the sky
where beauty never dies