My days are numbered, remaining slumbered
By day enamoured, by love and balance
I take my stance in nature's pants
Science speaking in a trance, and so I do my dance
People people, what do you know
What is told and shown, or that which you know
How do you know, that it ain't all for show
And can you see with the first eye calling the
Talk to me, God, source, course my in your light
Guide me righteously, I humble your sight
Because me, I am meek, I speak what I know
And what I see just seems way too far below
I want the truth, I'm in my own calling booth
No floor ideas inside my tooth roof
Speaking up consciously for the social aloof
Alluding loose mouths, all mind is crime by design
Speak up from the heart, start and depart
The voice from the chest and refine best
Cause letting out a spout of terror make a pallbearer
(Cause letting our a spout of terror make a pallbearer)