Ströer Bros. & Fine - The Goal Of Soul lyrics

Knees black and blue, crawling to you: It's the sound we make, every breath we take. Please take us through, calling to you: Mournful sound we make, every breath we take. Hate cannot last for long: Like the violence of the wrong, Hubris of the strong. Ease on the ground, peace all around: No more sound we make, but the breaths we take. Separateness cease, egos release: No more sound we make, but the breaths we take. Love's been here all along: In the islands of the dawn, Eyelids of the fawn. We hide in a crowd, fly on the dance floor, All we can hope for is now to be found; We ride on a cloud, our tongue is a trapdoor, All we can hope for: know the Oversoul. We ride on a cloud, rightly deserving, Nothing reserving, proud to be loud; We stride down the aisle, our bride's by the altar, Love is what rap's for: she's the goal of soul. It's always on my mind. It's always on my mind. It's always on my mind. Tranquility is an ability, a karma-burning sk**, So lose those shoes and chill; Serenity weds eternity, black-wholed into bliss, So hug this Third Ball Out world, Shed head, come taste Earth's kiss.