Manifest Your Dream Through Intuition

Most people still think that following dreams is childish bullshit

And then wonder why they can’t find happiness, well no shit

You chose to abide to an illusory vision

Instead of fucking the system and following your heart’s mission

It’s your God-given gift, along with an inner voice guiding

You have infinite potential, wasted on a numbing routine

Imagine all that effort put in to build your own heaven

Just quit your job and take the risk to follow your passion

Instead of living my whole life groaning, I’d rather die laughing

So get up off your knees, face the dragon and bash him

Don’t worry what other might think, cuz their mind is poisoned

Worry what you’ll think on your deathbed, all confused and broken

Cuz you left the world without leaving behind your real legacy

And now there’s no turning back like cutting your wrists vertically

Ignorance isn’t wrong, it’s natural, no one knows everything

Self-righteous belief in a lie is wrong, you gotta stop and think

Occupied

Your mind is occupied like a plane’s washroom

Absorbing all the dust and bugs like a vacuum

Got no space or time for some fresh air

Turn off the hum, undress your mind bare.

What ticket you got? We share the same fare.

Don’t you hate the stewardess’ fake care?

We could do better, oh, look at that cloud!

It looks like my dream! What’s yours? Oh, watch out!

Some guy just passed by, spilled your water all over

Hold on, I got napkins, don’t lose your composure

No need to be angry, be Zen, here’s a pamphlet

About Buddhism and how to regain your soul’s balance

Be happy, life’s beautiful, oh look at those birds!

I wish I had wings, don’t you? But of course!

When I was a kid I dreamt about flying

Now I’m a car dealer and I really like driving

You’re flying right now, silly, I’ll buy you a coffee

Look around you, folks sleeping, and one guy is coughing

But you look like you got a colourful dream

Let’s break the window and grab hold of the steam

After that we could work our way up

Grab onto that cloud and quack like a duck

After that maybe head down to the river

Flow on the stream of consciousness, be its mirror

The plane will be landing in Babylon soon

Make sure to have your seatbelts on, you baboons

Oh, this still on? Ha ha, I was joking

Don’t worry folks, enjoy your days croaking.

But I’m not a frog! I’m duck, I can quack!

Oh, shut up, you can’t, you’re falling off track!

Psst, don’t worry. Don’t listen to them.

Your path has been cleared, while they walk, you can run.

Awake

Floating uselessly in space, counting seconds
I forgot what Newton said, I must be present
I'm falling through space like another universe
I only exist in the eyes of God himself
Press the space bar and separate yourself
You're different, put a minus sign to sign yourself
Sit between four walls and analyze yourself
Your whole life is worth less than a book shelf
Yet you indulge in accepting your ego's endearments
You feast on them instead of love and remain dormant
You're dust on a rock, gun cocked for gold socks
Run from the cops to get to the top
I sit on a mountain, looking at you sideways
I'm falling through space like another dimension
Getting smaller by the second, but what is expansion?
Relax your muscles and meditate, let the stars shower you
You're not allowed to be in a bad mood
You're screwed by people, not by life, its beauty got us reproducing
Otherwise this wouldn't be amusing
It would be a waste of time
But who owns time? It's a figment of the mind.
I forgot what Einstein said, I must be present
Makes no difference if you're a genius or a peasant
If you're a nuisance, you get cured by the backspace
What happens at the end of time? Does space get erased?
What about the love I felt for today?
Or for the one I longed for til my very last day?
Do my efforts get praise? Or do I die without seeing you escape from this maze?
I don't care about myself, I want to see you grow wings and fly away...
You're all heaven needs to stay awake.

King's Dream

You'll sit comfy on your throne and your slaves will all be clones
You'll allow them in your home, though they'll sleep and dream alone
And you'll throw a bone to some who will get the best shit done
Though they won't know where they're from or why they live in golden slums.
They'll eat crumbs like birds and ants, while the labour of their hands
Will feed you and all your friends while the clowns will sing and dance
And I'll stand behind a wall, brick by brick I'll make a hole
In your shitty palace wall - alone, I'll destroy your role.
I'll be guided by the crows that fly steady 'bove the clouds
And I'll rest while my soul grows, til the doors of your dream close
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call...

Illusion

No walls, but you're still locked in these halls
Where everyone that grows wings falls, and ghosts
Haunt you every day, your roles are false
Even when your goals are foes
And even though everything goes, of course
They'll still lead you off-course, long-nosed
Poor puppets whose minds are froze like those who've got no goals
Push some buttons that get you clothes, phones and gold
They're the same buttons that foretold the end of the world through wars and gore
Fables to leave an old man sore
And furthermore, what if your view of the world is torn
From the truth while they hand you roles so you could do their chores?

Mindfuck

Psychological warfare, I'm dropping bombs on your sanity
Gasing your imagination chambers, burning them acidly
Creating casualties, but it's not a tragedy, tactfully,
I'm attacking your fantasy, leaving your ego in bankrupcy.