When one thinks deep and clean how hard does it feels (at first) Mind is a splendid gift but also a curse
I look down at you and feel nothing but superiority And disgust decays deeply in my veins Nowhere to flee
How often do you think why you even live? What the point of your useless days? How often do you look far into your thoughts Entrance deep in mind, can you fly higher? You consider my words darker than the night What about the darkness of your inner sight?
Praise of mind, you will see the light Just open your eyes, realize Let the awareness break upon frozen ice Like a wind upon mountain highs It'll disappear forever Hear I'm praying honest advice