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I Question the body’s emotion Day so dark without my potion Confusion restrains my fine perception Mined is lost through profound depression Companies sense missing Parents Won’t miss me No solitary personality will remember my temperament So I reveal my minds sensation My worlds demise, a expectation We commit to memory, a man who lost hopefulness Guardians loved Associates miss cheerfulness We hope he could notice our mentality arrangement A death has now restrained social engagement The man so treasured Now’s coffin has been measured Could never see the concern So much so The finish Will domi

Spacious section of a field lengthened So thoughtful my mind restrengthened We are gathered to the garden of sensation Shot with worship Never will I feel aggravation I adore the gardens atmosphere divinity Oh sensation of loving collectively Please join me again in the garden of worship Lie serenely on my lap and watch the sky’s notion Stars so bright to create a day Still feel night Your sight Our escape We glide into spirituality admiration And feel connected through matching sensation We are ready to accelerate to the prospect of relation Ambiance so strong We remain in the garden of adoration

Spiralling noise of the lost mind I am levelled I can sense the time Poring vibrations around my neck I couldn’t feel a wakefulness wreck Head raised Hands down Blow Giggle I feel the smoke run past my blood Contentment enters the flow I begin to feel a sensual flood No voice herd but intellect Will my eyes began to intercept Object locket and standing by to be memorised Minds a wonder ready for hypnotise This is it This moment’s excavation My head shifts back towards eternity Mined fly’s by through history Music constrains my mind towards inspiration Note Patterns occupy themself and establish

Oh dying mind of cowardly rage So eager for a crusade Clenched thoughts and hands racing The night so drunk and temper is pacing Head so full of arrogant thought Paranoid mind drug taught Fiddled fingers Eager for blood Spontaneity No chance for a victim run No patients for the slow As he stands the club row Move! Shut up! Blood curdling blow Adrenaline taking peek Anger at heat Ear-piercing panic of the night crowd Yet so normal for the Hindley street round

Expectation of prolonged amalgamation Never the less we attempt remain in formation We have accomplished our adolescent mentality And are transcending to a independent formality Hard to comprehend Hard to acknowledge   Can we remain? We can’t stay it will destroy our human Keep on running Keep on moving Keep indulgent to your new movement You will soon Will you soon? Become your new being Or stay stuck in a mental typhoon Will you accept the end of secondary sociality? And transcend to independent reality

I salute the Hippies Of the good ole days. The 60's the 70's, The psychedelic raves. I tilt my hat And my garland of flowers To the spectacle wearing Peace lovers. I kinda wish I Was one, I wanna Live in harmony Like all the others. I don't think I'll Do the drugs, I'll Get high on peace And love instead. But those years are Gone now most Hippies have wound Up dead. The smoking didn't help them But the free-spirit idea Was a good un. I hope perhaps the time Of peace will return So we can all have fun again. We seem to have forgotten To live life to the full So I salute the Hippies I surely very much do. Dude, mak