(Intro: Gift of Gab)
Sometime sunshine don't come into the rain
Come minds dumb blind some never find their way
Some whine some dine some party everyday
Sometime some climb to heaven and escape
From time through rhyme to time to shine through find new lines to remind you
Try to remind you fined tuned ending that will never have an empty tank rise to your eyes view
What is in you head as in front and behind you
Manifest stars that battered in a blind view?
Time to define you
Science here to guide you
See and you find when you do got to grind
To wait to black to strong to powerful
Hate can't stop what's wrong raw water?
Not everything need by understanding biologic
Not everything can explain faith and its power
Not everything part stays smart
Not everything seems as it is or its quest start questioning
But you must believe than you must march through the fire as you achieve higher power when you walk out
1st (Unknown speaker) "It is Impossible, I am asleep!, and so I share your dream, It is impossible I am asleep!, and so I share your dream"
(Verse 1: Son of Saturn)
People, chem trails , paranoia, stem cells, martyrs up in jell cells
Lying what they sell go and tell grown tapping cells future satellites
Illuminati mastermind blitz and holograph and battle skies
Via ciops flames, CIA brain control hypnosis cities in the oceans
Hurryin a disturbia, clones with the 12 helixes born full
Helixes that aim right through the portals
Feeding off the lower vibrations
Domestic spy agents sailing an invasion
Real fabrication propaganda for enslavement
Erasing all the nations
Entering a new wave lifting off the valence
Increased incarceration
We're living in a matrix
Time to wake from the white noise
2nd (Unknown speaker) "if you wake up you will understand the contour lines are a extraordinary illumination. And that illumination is this, That What you think Matters... What you think Matters..."
(Chorus: Son of Saturn)
Coming undone pull myself back together now
Demons in our brains locked in chains got to let them out
7 Levels held up 2 spells upon the hellish hounds
Hell is a shell in which we dwell amongst the frail and proud
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(Verse 2: Son of Saturn) Take one step down off your pedestal incredible
Our brains are turned to vegetables the crown of intellectuals alive within the vestibules
Higher beings underground escaping the impressible
Forget the foolish nonsense and pull open your consciousness
Ponder it the obvious
It's not always the prominent acknowledgement of common sense
But with we become among the journey we've forgotten
We've got to get it back sit back look listen
To the simple facts the images that we posses
We project
Erecting temples from the nothingness
Through star wars because of it
Where will the destruction end
Welcome to the one world government your loving it
You cover your contentment
Harboring resentment
Your very own intensions
A simple equation to break from this enslavement
It takes back your senses
Shape the fake states of existence
Just listen to the voice in side you
Recognize the external forces that conspire to drive you
(Unknown speaker) "It is Impossible, I am asleep!, and so I share your dream, It is impossible I am asleep!, and so I share your dream"
(Chorus: Son of Saturn)
Coming undone pull myself back together now
Demons in our brains locked in chains got to let them out
7 Levels held up 2 spells upon the hellish hounds
Hell is a shell in which we dwell amongst the frail and proud