Primitive Reason - Prana Lyrics

Next? I talk to speak to you
I'm feeling fright strugling through every fight cell
I swing in space and breathe
Tired from the smothering but higher from the smell
But higher from the freedom in the deed
Crystal clear drops of crystal clear you
It's crystal cleared you?
I known your word that was spoken first, was spoken
the last
I am at last
But a mouth of another I heard you
From the mouth of a brother, saint

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the eyes of the suffering sun

Earing through the earing
Earing it all
Earing me here
Earing so near

Searching for the first
Searching from the last
I'm searching for the mask
Searching from the first
Searching for the last
I'm searching for the task

Speaking in words
That last not in verse
That last not in text
That last not in breath
That last not in mind
That last not in kind
That last not long

Empty and full

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the mouth of the suffering sun

In silence the unknown world has turned
The only by the one who was many and the same

Beautiful pain
The beautiful saint

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the mind of the suffering sun