We run a nasty chain, the young will not betray us

Our minds and mental frames protect us from the chaos

You too shall seek the truth amongst those that you chose to win and lose

We must escape from the shadows of those that are chaining us down, that are blocking the source underground

Thus numbing is our world's most used appeal,

And numb is the word that our master deals

The center is a constant and change surrounds it

Change itself does not change, Wanea told me this

When I was a little kid I used to figure this,

That deep within the ground is the center of things,

And so that's where I was headed deep within the ground

And I did it, I was found through a hole in the ground

I dug ferocious till the motions stilled emotions and I saw notions asleep.

I was to be what I was to be.

I had responsibilities to the opportunity, and the possibilities that were offered to me

A conquer at the cocoon, conquest to the capsule that covers and encloses seed soul

Spirit manifestation in this material world and experience of the senses and senses not to miss

So picture this...

A girl runs free through a dream surrounded by a mystery that rips at the seems

It is man made history, the supreme man-made one who stands at the gate of the castle is a slave, one who says to her:

Dare you compare the clothes that you wear with your body? Are they you? Are they true? Do you measure? Do you separate?

Can you calculate what it is that has made this dream that awakes into bliss?

Before there was two there was one.

Before there was one was the center.

Remember? In the mind there is you and I.

Between the earth and the sky there is you and I.

In this castle or palace there is you and I.

It is we that define and remind the divine.

We met at sunset seasons later

Seems that then a bet was met by a maker

Because in all these years nor the tears nor the fears amount to half of the cheers that I felt when I met her

Yeah I knew her I was pleased.

Wanea was a woman who was tied to her beliefs.

Had my head between her bosoms and explained so gracefully.

Volition is volatile vision, verbalised eloquently

Sounding serious and committed to a far reality

As in distant as in abstract

Summarised beautifully

Me, she said; I spy with the eye third you fly high bird in the sky Wehli it feels right, very light but very scary though

Even though the higher you climb the higher you grow unless you can fly you can fall and grow nothing

You should beware over there they'll give you reasons why you should not care

Become numb like them but remember that you come from the ones that care

For the ones over there you will smile and declare that you've come for us

Like you've come for them that you've come to bust...