The wicked fortells the secrets
Locked by the pharaohs of yesterday
Angry mobs of fortune tellers
Lack the spirit of writhing ghosts
Why has the jackal lost all his humor
The days get dark and cold by the hour
The waves are never ending
Like a sparrow on its longing journey
Like a sparrow on its longing journey
Fire fueled by mass progression
Waiting for corrective notion
Free your mind
Open your eyes
See the light behind true sight