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Machines feed off obedience,
A mold pressed by experience,
Did we ever expect to survive?
Our souls are wrapped in flesh incased,
A shelter from the human race
Did we ever expect to thrive?
The answers clearly out of reach
Look a little closer, maybe at your feet?
Do you feel? Can you heal?
Does your spine run with chills?
Heaven on earth if you do as I do.
Do you breath? Can you see?
All the stars fall for me.
Heaven on earth if you do as I do.
Dis-ease is purely a lack of light.
No one denies your sacred right.
Will we ever enjoy the ride?
Purity always slips the mind,
The sweetest glimpse one could ever find
The power still lives inside.
The answers clearly out of reach,
Or look a little closer...
Maybe at your feet.
Do you feel? Can you heal?
Does your spine run with chills?
Heaven on earth if you do as I do.
Do you breathe? Can you see?
All the stars fall for me.
Heaven on earth if you do as I do.