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Old Sun rising in these eyes and
I can clearly see the cave which lies in
Our avoiding and embroidering
Pseudo-freudian manifestos of this void in
Which we toil in, it's just soil and
Pretty clear it all comes boiling
Down to Moon and snake and mother
Down to walls of me and other
La la la la la la la
I will hold my hand up high
La la la la la la la
Leave its print upon indifferent skies
Keep reaching
I
Keep reaching
High
Old man rising, mesmerised in
How he tried and failed a thousand times in
Finding tune in this consuming
Nebulous bouquet of being human
None immune and all are jungian
Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion
CAve and womb and prey and brother
Membranes grooming me and other
La la la la la la la
I will hold my hand up high
La la la la la la la
Leave its print upon indifferent skies
Keep reaching
I
Keep reaching
High
Keep reaching
I
Keep reaching
High
La la la la la la la
I stand alone before an ocean is calling me
I stand alone
Alone I stand
I stand alone before an ocean is calling me
Is calling me back home
