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In the death stained fields

Of a businessman’s dream

A soul cries liberation

Aspiring toward anarchy

The natural state

Soul sees what it wants

And it wants to be free

Intend for barriers to be broken

Intend for rulers to fall

Even if its nowhere near possible

Intend it

Revolutions often begin in dreams

Was this what happened last time?

Division born out some bullshit elitist insecurity

Milked by media fuckheads

Driven to killing point for entrepreneurial tribal chiefs

Who stomp around comparing dick size

Engaging in arguments that make headlines

Hypnotizing idiots to rampage blindly at each other

Diverting attention from the masters and their master plan

How great is that huh?

We’re some businessman’s wet dream coming true

And we like it, we let it happen

  

Material anarchy of the disowned
Sons and daughters of spiritual hierarchism
Detailing chronicles 
Of glorious tragedies
And divine inheritance
Failing to tolerate the tolerant and their tolerance
Ass raping each other in their pseudo spiritual war
Step right up for today’s latest!
Who is more open minded now?

The lunatic in my head

Wants to be FREE!

Analyze till I’m paralyzed?

Fuck that

We are the trip

Trip on this trip

Trip the fuck out

භැම්දෑම් නෑ හැම්තැනම් නෑ

Wild children

singing praises to a wild flower

protesting their diagnosis of illusion and delusion,

gain wisdom as they extract its essence

What more sense can be made

in this cosmic abstract?

Peace cry

Sacred golden robes, trampled by peasants

Onward they go, shouting blasphemies at the masters of war and balance

The siege of dhamma deepa begins

As a peace cry rings in the peasants lips

Hymns from the three worlds

Serenade and encourage

Of the universal elements

We chant a cry of peace

It grows stronger and stronger

Until the foundations of deceit

Lie crumbling at our feet

 

The crackpot dance

The war drum lullaby

Sleeping zombies

Define

New world order

Dance

Beating war drums

Go to sleep

Orange mob rises

Go to sleep

Step away from your head

Killing to the pirith chant

New world zombie

My refuge, the dhamma

My refuge, the slaughterhouse

Eat my brain

Death games to the crackpot beat

 

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