rich men want to find a soul
Young girl wants to be a bride
Always waiting something’s lacking
Everything seems brighter
on the other side
Youth is waxing libertine
Age is waning like wine
Something’s waxing something’s waning
Everything seems brighter
On the other side
Is it evil or divine
To want to feel sublime
By using drugs or yogamudra
Or a boss who tells you what to do so
You don’t have to think or be confused or doubt
Decisions anymore
Making love without your eyes wide
Limits intimate from reaching to its highs
Yin has Yang and Yang has Yin
And future comes from what has been
And circles spin
Is it love or is it war
That keeps us wanting more
Or is it everything combined
And balanced perfectly in simple synchronicity
Defines it’s place in time and space
To grant your destiny
Pain awakes us as the dawn calls
Just as easily as joy
In this random repetition
Everything seems brighter
On the other side
Is it money is it fame
What will this life attain
Or is it God that last resort
Before the fall into the pit of apathy
Where Paris notions seem a boring speculation
Filled with trial and tribulation
Where’s inertia when you need it
And the centrifuge to feed it
It takes all your fox to relax and be satisfied
Insatiable
Insatiable