Spirit Math

In The Village Green
You Set The Scene
But you don't have to look too Hard
To see not much is sacred
In the light of the real
You don't know how to feel
Don't you hide
Just Slip Inside
This house of new creation

Our wills met a wall
As we wandered along
Now we're left to wonder at
The fate of our motivations
On our journey to the east
We were sidetracked by a feast
Of bone picked promises
And dead end deals of delusion
Now we turn with the wheel
And the time that it kills
We hide our new ideal
In the land of spirit math



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Wynn
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