Abhi the Nomad - Letter For God lyrics

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Abhi the Nomad - Letter For God lyrics

Round the time that the cacti wakes up And the night owl opens its eyes I'll be waiting by the rocks on top of the hill With a glow stick map of the sky Oh I've got a surprise Oh I've got a surprise Four o-clock on the balcony with dad I was just a wide-eyed kiddy with questions asked “who made skin and painted my eyelids? Inside of my iris and spaced my thighs, hips?” Amazing scientists couldn't solve or make the math of it He's like “of course it's given you proof Never ask a human first, look up at the universe it's speaking to you” “Oh Word?” Ever since that day I don't pray, but study the pattern of bird flight The number of female bees in a beehive divided by the males Equates like 1. 618 03 now see I'm Laying out on the ground that we have been designed But we won't be defined and I will not decline When all of you look at money you never could see time This​ ​is​ ​just​ ​a​ ​letter​ ​for​ ​God And​ ​all​ ​time​ ​space​ ​beings​ ​that​ ​are​ ​littered​ ​abroad I​ ​don't​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​no​ ​tunnel​ ​of​ ​light More​ ​so​ ​just​ ​a​ ​run​ ​up​ ​and​ ​a​ ​summary​ ​why No​ ​questions​ ​asked​ ​in​ ​the​ ​cla**​ ​or​ ​church Many​ ​left​ ​unanswered,​ ​pa**​ ​the​ ​word I​ ​wanna​ ​know​ ​why​ ​earth​ ​fills​ ​greed​ ​and​ ​hate Thrust​ ​me​ ​out​ ​there​ ​with​ ​the​ ​solar​ ​waste​ ​and​ ​let​ ​go When the world burns down into ash Do you sit back and roll the dice Or do you play it by the rules and give a f** about us And kick your feet back on to sky Oh please tell me why Please tell me why I, I was born a misfit, could never understand why the world’s sadistic A kid, the dipsh** who would take the piss of anybody in a fundamental clique religion But now I just let ‘em feel safe ‘cause they just want to be held and blame the devil for their own Mistakes Why bother? I know the planets around the sun, we are not of this earth All we think about is economy worth and our sums But summed up, half of the poverty and the slum are some real design, God’s son How we end up with a ma** disease? so many loved ones deceased without one, how come? The real sums inside of an insect, the side of a man’s face and body just try to inspect The number’s 1.618, i'm tryna understand why the f** we great This​ ​is​ ​just​ ​a​ ​letter​ ​for​ ​God And​ ​all​ ​time​ ​space​ ​beings​ ​that​ ​are​ ​littered​ ​abroad I​ ​don't​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​no​ ​tunnel​ ​of​ ​light More​ ​so​ ​just​ ​a​ ​run​ ​up​ ​and​ ​a​ ​summary​ ​why No​ ​questions​ ​asked​ ​in​ ​the​ ​cla**​ ​or​ ​church Many​ ​left​ ​unanswered,​ ​pa**​ ​the​ ​word I​ ​wanna​ ​know​ ​why​ ​earth​ ​fills​ ​greed​ ​and​ ​hate Thrust​ ​me​ ​out​ ​there​ ​with​ ​the​ ​solar​ ​waste​ ​and​ ​let​ ​go

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