SaintSake
See the spectrums of spirits
A gift from the past
Devour darkness don't fear it
These caverns are vast
Gotta dig deep
Got my excavator
It's a deep dive
Brought my regulator
Skip stairs for the escalator
Need that fresh air
Rip off the ventilator
Kamikaze kickin over kitchen chairs
Skippin class cause I can always calculator
Me against me
True spiritual warfare
And I'm the only one with the detonator
This is all fake and I can see
So why is it so damn hard to free
My mind from these prisons
Psychology shifted
Virtual inhibition
Entangles me
Visions of Eden seem distant hallucination now
Distrust these devil's pedals
So when the dust settles
I'll find some land and I'll build a plow
Sow seeds allow aeration
H2O need it permeating
Mirrors red rivers in circulation
Spark synapses cause creation
Close eyes and I hope for this
Hold onto you and the rope through this
Till we sneak a little peek through the scope and it's
Land ho and the home we miss
This is all fake and I can see
So why is it so damn hard to free
My mind from these prisons
Psychology shifted
Virtual inhibition
Entangles me
Gratitude to the beings of light along my path
I'm not alone
Made up of their atoms
Ancestral phantasms
Persuaded from the past
A gift from the past
Devour darkness don't fear it
These caverns are vast
Gotta dig deep
Got my excavator
It's a deep dive
Brought my regulator
Skip stairs for the escalator
Need that fresh air
Rip off the ventilator
Kamikaze kickin over kitchen chairs
Skippin class cause I can always calculator
Me against me
True spiritual warfare
And I'm the only one with the detonator
This is all fake and I can see
So why is it so damn hard to free
My mind from these prisons
Psychology shifted
Virtual inhibition
Entangles me
Visions of Eden seem distant hallucination now
Distrust these devil's pedals
So when the dust settles
I'll find some land and I'll build a plow
Sow seeds allow aeration
H2O need it permeating
Mirrors red rivers in circulation
Spark synapses cause creation
Close eyes and I hope for this
Hold onto you and the rope through this
Till we sneak a little peek through the scope and it's
Land ho and the home we miss
This is all fake and I can see
So why is it so damn hard to free
My mind from these prisons
Psychology shifted
Virtual inhibition
Entangles me
Gratitude to the beings of light along my path
I'm not alone
Made up of their atoms
Ancestral phantasms
Persuaded from the past
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Courtford
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