Can you hear the voice of God? Embodied within every sound. Identify the frauds: Charlatans rampant all around. Desire faith in their facade, till you're six feet underground. Instructions terminally flawed. The lies they speak are so profound! The path is polluted with guile, for those who seek the truth. The myths have been compiled, the answers they dilute. Like the setting sun, truth shall rise again. Don't forget your gun to self righteously commit your sins. Can I ever be what I want to be? Shall I achieve human destiny? Will I ever see the day that I'm complete? Fill the cup that's empty. Wood from the splitting tree. Germ of the sprouting seed. Mien of the deity: secret twofold trinity... Can you see the mask of God on every face you meet? Learn to smell the frauds: those who desire you to eat. Ignorance of laws, no excuse, no way to cheat. Numbing your mind with drugs. Wake up, here's a caveat: The path is polluted with guile, for those who seek the truth. The myths have been compiled, the answers they dilute. Like a little child, just pout but not refute. Fighting's not worthwhile, when the arguments are moot. The facts have been defiled, to make you confused. Societies in denial, of the controlling abuse. Like the setting sun, the truth shall rise again. See the stream of light breaking on the horizon. Can I ever be what I want to be? Shall I achieve godly destiny? Will I ever see the day that I'm complete? Fill the cup that's empty. Cloak of mortality. Genes of the dying breed. Cross of divinity. Leaves on the blowing breeze. Waves on the roaring seas. Black Hole swallowing... Hidden in the spectrum of colors... Infinity between counting numbers... Light unseen, in the umbras... Microscopic lightning and thunder... Live our lives as Brahman slumbers... Motion and stillness balancing order... Omnipresent fabric constructing reality... This whole world, unfolds holographically! The path to enlightenment is seated in suffering. Pain is experience. Life is a pilgrimage. This is my blossoming! No matter how I try, sands of time slip by, hope to get it right, before I die, gotta set my sight, to see through the guise and hold my head high dignified. Wounded limb cauterized. Still I shall survive. I don't want to die. I want to live my life. I hope to get it right before it unwinds, chaos chastised, order to pacify, I shall apply, my knowledge to realize holy words bastardized. Learn to recognize. Open up your eyes. You gotta see through the lies. Do you see the lies?