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The River Valley Song
lyrics by: Adam Mason/Alex Greene
Once was a blind man
sitting in the valley
questioning
the divine.
How can you sit there idly?
While we're ruled by those
callin them your kind.
Once was a deaf man
floating in the sea
Face down looking at
the sky,
the gods asked him
Why do you sit there idly?
is it always in the name of my?
(chorus)
Boxed and cages,
desperate sages.
Everything in
the blowing breeze.
Turning pages,
the end of ages.
Wont you come,
and rescue me?
The Creation
lyrics by: Adam Mason
anger has come to encompass me
war murder are the only things i see.
Violence is a sign for desparity
why cant we live in harmony?
My fair sister raped to epiphany
ravaged plundered angry mother earth you see.
Maternal loves problem to society
Why cant we live in harmony?
You can live into eternity
but only if your soul dies free.
Dont fret, do not worry,
and we will live in harmony.
Soul Cookie
lyrics by: Adam Mason
well i baked my cookie
and it came out green
when i ate it i
turned in to a love machine.
no harm done,
no harm done,
theres always outlaws on the run.
Respect your mother
shes got your intrest in her head
listen to your reasons
there is nothing you have read
let it go,
let it go,
there is no victim dont you know.
Fuggin'
lyrics by: Adam Mason
Over me came a horrific cry,
Of tales on how I was to die,
the captain said with no apprehension,
"the engine stalled back in the stearn,"
i thought to myself when will we learn
theres plenty of life in alternate dimensions
Fall back onto broken words,
this plane is gonna crash,
yeah we're gonna burn,
Relapse into different worlds,
of conservative lives and
fucked up girls,
Sittin' tall in a room of gold,
there's no hope here,
low and behold,
still shots of where I fell,
some tweaked out man saying,
"killer swells"
get down
Lion said to the man in red
one more shot
you'll wind up dead
i soothe the nerves of those around
deaths iminent danger
fallin' down
Discovery
lyrics by: Adam Monsoon
Have you seen the end of time,
I missed it while I was standin' in line,
so many worlds have entered mine,
too many leave with their minds inside,
Time has come for the existentialist,
fight fire with words and not with your fist,
violence is the language of the inarticulate,
took one man to realize this
muffled cries of dancin' dawns,
expert lies and dying songs,
and when your way the winds have blown
crafty wizardry of those too known
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