The journey starts off when you open your third eye
Human form came when came out my dad's one
Life is a wonder, I wonder if we had none
Would we ever die or exist everlasting?
Have we? Can we? Something I can't say
But can question thoughts, astronauts in our own way
Own days, visualize forth, come on mate
Being negative only plays with the morns fate
(Ha), Yeah, hold that thought
Maybe looking for a better tomorrow is all I got
See, what I've got and not what I want
Top of the brain no clue but the subconscious thought
Knows more than I do, so I don't have to
If you follow heart see it won't go past you
I'm glad to admit sometimes times are ****
But I learned what I needed to know, so that's it
All you need is love
Sometimes that seems kind of awkward
But who am I to judge
I guess I just look to the future [X2]
Yo, I live my life like everyone else
A lot of the time I just go and do what I'm telt
I work well, pay tax, buy brands they sell
But I least I notice this is probably hell
Well, it wasn't, but what it became
Blame profit driven people never wanting the change
Everyday stays the same and we stay in our place
I guess they came first in the human race
But wait, It's all an illusion
The more we think of them, the more we be losing
That gives them power, the power we have you can
Feed an devour or fight and make a movement
Occupy, your own space and time
They want you to hurt, and lack all pride
Because all that's inside and all you confide
Is all that we see on the outside; life
All you need is love
Sometimes that seems kind of awkward
But who am I to judge
I guess I just look to the future [X2]
Yo, hail Satan, no wait - Saturn
Planets burn bright until they fall into atoms
And you might neglect, call it Pluto effect
And we'll all forget, all the things that we've said
But if not, then I'll talk and get in your heads
And let my view clear out all the darkness and depths
The conversation goes grows know when to accept
That really I'm you, what you think is you get
Truman show, but this is your life
And this is mine, I hide behind mics
What I do (what?), Is something I like
But it's not about me (yeah for once in my life)
It's about moving forward, since tape recorders
Net crosses borders, we share thoughts
Ideas, no genre
Stop drawing lines, I've said mine, I'm honoured
All you need is love
Sometimes that seems kind of awkward
But who am I to judge
I guess I just look to the future [X2]