Yeah listen; glisten, submission
awareness present before subjection
Moving, grooving, stilling
Can’t you see this moment is thrilling?
Can’t you feel my face?
I am beyond this Golden Race.
No tribe, scribe, nor faltering laws
I am the beginning of everyone’s clause
Open to me, feel my words coming from emotion
Commotion, de-notion; times were control has no proposition
Enter into my Heart, let the Part feel the start
Of another beat that flows; subtract
This is the Love of who I am
Can’t you see these beings call me Dan
Yet I come from the pineal gland
Were DMT entrances me into the land
Hallucinations; vision, controlling the Self
Then; stop, rewind; smoke the wealth
Untime is present within Order
While time is what moves gravities Disorder
I am silhouetted against a canvas of pigmented lines
The curves and representations of waves are aligned
My Being is All, yet I know my Soul is Nothing
Yet can’t you see that both these things are Something?
As I compose, transmission from a Source
It comes to me along this undercurrents course
That denies the force, attempts to slow down
So I can bring myself back into this Earth’s ground
Slow as a cheetah, fast as a sloth
Can’t you see that electricity kills moths?
But all caterpillars can attempt to grow
Into a beautiful butterfly that flows
From a direct contact with the Realm of Hell
Were rebirth into Ultimate Reality foretells
That all beings convert darkness into light
This is the purpose of the blight.