Over an over an over again,
I'm going to tell you friend,
This is not the end.
You can be alive while others are dead,
If you use your head,
Hear what's said.
People who live off hate and lies,
don't survive, You can hear their cries.
Do you have reason to be alive, or
Do you sing, I don't know why?
Do you want to live on after death,
Metamorph your self, with perfect health.
Do you want to see life on another plain,
Play another game, Ride the rain,
Or do you sing I don't know why?
You can Do what Jesus did, nothings hid.
You can make your spirit fly.
Metamorph your self. Get over your self.
Open that third eye.
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