A walking, talking conflict
Struggling to let it go
Spiritual has no sensibillity
For the automatic,
Come and go as those winds blow.
So there you go
With your discontinuos flow
Found your self on no mans land
No one to ask or to give a hand
Seems like everyone abandoned you
But you dont feel sad
Are you alive, are you dead?
Or have you finally gone mad..
Is this the surface they've been talking about
Should you go North, West, East or South
I guess it dont matter now
No one really knows how
In this desert you find
Forget about the smart and the kind
The only thing left,
The only thing wright