The great illusion of separation
Divides us, yet connects
Together in our ignorance
Let’s walk hand in hand
To the dying celestial light

Measuring the possibilities of love
One would go mad
Lose themselves in its infinity
Drawing lines to the unconditional
Within walls made by our eyes

In the cosmic storm of consciousness
The electric currents flow
Through a mind so tainted
Through a soul so torn

The hypnotic patterns of the elite
The hypnotic patterns of hate
The hypnotic patterns of what is right
Who kills the dying light?
The killers the killers
You and me

In the battlefield of the self
I will fight
For the liberation of the soul
And evolution of the mind