Relative Microcosm We're made of flesh We'll die as dust Receptive Spirits and souls We're born as an eye Of the Divine Reality's not absolute Standing in a Notion of Causality Unrelated Beings Standing in a Relative Microcosm We're made of flesh We'll die as dust Receptive Spirits and souls We're born as an eye Of the Divine Everything is energy And that's all there is to it Match the Frequency Of the reality you want You cannot help but get it There is no other way You cannot help but get it There is no other way Match the Frequency This is not philosophy This is living ecstasy Microcosm We're made of flesh We'll die as dust Receptive Spirits and souls We're born as an eye Of the Divine Notion of Causality Unrelated Beings Standing in a In the Divine

Seeking of humanity Embryo of the primal fault Dreadful and hi-dden reality Sheltered in a nest of deceit Our deep selves are lying Sapiens blurs his sight Ignoring his existence Is constantly heading for the naught Underlying Reality This is a vague concept The birth of humankind Is an error Our flesh envelop Is the (only birdcage) Which does not let it stretch its wings Totally muddy thus seeking its own rebirth Sigmund's nurture, brought a light in the morass And since we are newborn we clutch Sublimation Seeking of humanity Embryo of the primal fault Dreadful and hi-dden reality Sheltered in a nest of deceit Our deep selves are lying Sapiens blurs his sight Ignoring his existence Is constantly heading for the naught Underlying Reality The heat of womb is the first matrix Troughout the life we must develop From a cocoon to a Chrysalis And Maybe one day we will trenscand Human condition We'll discover A new kind of thought We'll touch light or As a moth, Icarus. Our stumpy wings Will crush and burn Parody of flight And the door won't open On the threshold, vulture oversees The grand keeper entomophagous Devours the livers of our true Father. We purely betrayed Prometheus. This is a vague concept We’re our own Pandora’s box Phylactery of Elpis confined If we wash our sins And grab His hands We’ll sublimate “A hand from mud emerges Before my fading eyesight It is so cold I know it is my savior… Something becomes clearer this my own Helpful Hand” Seeking of humanity Embryo of the primal fault Dreadful and hidden reality Sheltered in a nest of deceit Our deep selves are lying Sapiens blurs his sight Ignoring his existence Is constantly heading for the naught Underlying Reality Is now completely clear