Catered to undo. Mistakes you have made with you. The lessons catch up with you. As I lay awake in bed at night. The thoughts of life. Pass left and right.
Lie half-alive in my hospital bed. Or to some of you that may be half-dead. I.V. machines and tubes running to my veins. Man-made life restores my withered remains.
A blast of light is emerging, a soul prepared to learn. Its classroom, our earth, enlightment it yearns. Receiving the life and knowledge it deserves.
I am my own self-ruler. I need not any ministry. I see our music scares you. Can't you see that.... . There's no truth in modern religion, a god we do not praise.