Original lyrics
ENThe so called Gods, we are serving
Who concur with the cannonades
Millenia, to sacred texts, subjugated
Slants and figments
The observant, ear to the ground, empowerment
Generator, the architect, our higher self
Not the joker who will profess to be master
The jokers who deflect and devise a program
Intimate sovereignty, game changer filigree
We stand to attention to ordained narrations
That support disunion
I'm the creator of this reality (I'm the creator)
Not the joker who pretends a God to be (not the joker)
Manipulations (the fruits of the shadow are at play)
Unearthed and exposed (the fruits of the ego are at play)
I'm the creator of this reality (I'm the creator)
Not the deceiver who feigns the love of me (not the deceiver)
I'm stalking the shadow, the ordained narratives
From the high to the low, waltzing the light within
