When the mind is still And all the stories put to bed Then in the silence She fills our empty heads With love and compassion And removes all our dread
We are nought but empty vessels That were filled with fairy lore Tales of travel, war and riches Of blood and guts and gore The spoils go to the victor Repeating the same sick story of yore
But our vessels are tired and broken You can cram your stories up your ass Your pipe dream is a nightmare And we are waking fast Only a miniscule get wealthy While we just dream of greener grass
So give up your hopes and dreams Give up the lies you've been told Return to your inner knowledge Give up the goods you've been sold And in that empty silence You'll find something better than gold
You have not been forsaken She is here to welcome you back There is nothing to desire There is nothing that your lack Her light can finally reach you She just needed you to crack...