Sit now Quiet, Edge of forbidden nerve Concentrate, Fokus We are battling a mirra’s army Spirit of the ego, you are as heavy as the air It’s nice to meet you, I wanna tell you don’t exist The earth is our witness, Sadartha
Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart It grew negligent; know now you’re a vegetable; Sick thing, leper growing in and on me Cut off, let free, amputate, surgery Sadartha, nature’s mother, you are my friend