Well I smoked a bit o' reefer and I drank a glass of wine
And my new found perception found a rejection of the lie
That we come from nothing and just return there when we die and that the universe is lacking in the sacred and divine
Because our best eyes leave us blind
Our best eyes define our blindness, now.
But dear, please, don't go start thinking there's a wizard in the sky,
Or that he sent his only son here just to die
For if we're talking facts B. DeMille is rather lax
But all the Pythons research their tracks
And our best eyes leave us blind.
Our best eyes define our blindness, now.
So, you're free to sit there thinking you're not part of something huge
Yet the space between us is only visually true
And three times a seventh equals twenty one
And something gave us rock and roll to keep our hearts young
Cause five percent of a guess means we know
SWEET. FUCK. ALL.
credits
from Thae Khali Yoonie Seshunns,
released December 21, 2012
Produced by Ross Bingham, David Burns and Ross Gilchrist
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