Life never stops for death
Its just a hiccup in the main stream of ongoing...

This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...

beacon on the hill calling me in [hope]
I am little blind [naive...

My heart speaks within my being
Reminiscing; it's an old man thing...

When they going to find a pill, to cure
Ignorance, stupidly and conspiracies theory...

The crucifixion, symbol of horror and hope
It changed the world...

Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

Puppet moves; rap breaking a dance
Wiggling gyrating and synthesizers...

do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...

There is this independent part of me
That can never quite grow old...

Skipping about, surfing the synapse, sparking...
Fanciful thoughts, philosophical thoughts...

If it is wrong, don’t do it
But they do it...