Socratic

Sweating out your medicine
Stole away out-of-pocket
On the hunt with your questions
And pointed at the prophet
Queen of the Desert singing to my reverie
But then the voices said
"Don't be chasin' oases burnin' up all your confidence"

Sighing for a lion in the silver mine
His eyes, no twilight, looking down on you
Oh my god - we were wrong this time
Holding my ego, I'm stuck in this waiting for you

Oh, I hope

Singing her soliloquy
Shamanista barista says I'm lost in my tragedy
"Socratic firmament", she says, as she looks at me
Ready with the sugar and cream

The lion's on fire
In his light, one spirit we share
Soul to acquire
Out of the fray, up spiraling stairs
Race to the cure
Illusions for inspiring fear
Safe and secure
Where the devil don't weigh down
On your shoulders

Aah, ooh
Aah, ooh

Diamond's brilliant, despite
The shape or condition outside
Supine in silent mind, explore this meditation
Attune to who's beyond terrestrial reflections

The lion's on fire
Soul to acquire
Cracking skin on my ego, fitted to tear
Race to the cure
Illusions that we'll conquer all of our fears
Stand and suture
Still, the devil's circling the air

Hey, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandr Lee Merrill, Jason Alan Offenbacher, Thomas Charles Breiter
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