(The active human mind is the most divinely conceived computer) [Verse 1] Red diamonds blind him on his course out to Jerusalem Black widow venom drenches as they move in illumine of the Desert heats, beads of sweat stood at attention on his sun tan He sees a mirage, senses danger yet hopes it's real In one hand, he lights his lucky strike with a filter quite like entourage Mountains reflect off his shades in a way, expect almost nothing less Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing close to regret To get bottled up, you'd think that cigarette was a cork more or less I'd say it was the synthemesc I'd say it was the dying sun I'd say it was the faces of d**h And the smoke cloud around where locals run For shelter during acid rain season even I'd say it was the sh** that makes broken people and God even (And so to begin we must discuss one of the best kept secrets of all time Man must have inner peace before he can ever achieve peace on earth.)