Grindmother - Beliefs Become Reality

Age of destruction
Trepidation around
Life insignificant
Power to kill
Intention to destroy all hope
All that remains
Grasping to keep
All we have known
Is worthless now
Weapons to destroy all hope
Planet is weary
Stricken and sore
The game to win
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Imperial decisions
Meaningless existence
Beliefs become reality
Lies become atrocities
Many warring countries
Fabricate reasons
Many people starving
Homeless and afraid
Beliefs become reality
Lies become atrocities
Lies about pollution
Dangers of nuclear waste
From the dreams of madmen
Our reality has become Открыть страницу с текстом

Existence subjective
Prosperity is perspective
Denial it seems had us believe
Consume the most our only need
Obsessions
Desire to obtain
Distractions
Fail to cure the pain
Reality
If there ever was a purpose
All of us collectively Открыть страницу с текстом

Searching for the truth
In these times of doubt
Every beat, every breath
Healing the mind
This moment in time
I close my eyes
Silence brings places
Never seen before
Connection to nature
Healing the mind
This moment in time
Letting go of who I am
And all I know Открыть страницу с текстом

History repeating
Dark age upon us
Masses ignorant
Elite groups mastermind
Global government
False flags
Reasons for war
Who will be blamed
Who will invade
Masterminds finance
Both sides of a war
Obscene profits
Ful the machines Открыть страницу с текстом

Prison of suffering
Bounded by chains
Afflictive condition
Of the human mind
Is there no release?
The walls are only illusion Открыть страницу с текстом

Like a river flows
In a constant stream
Thoughts are a reflection
Of inner peace
Truth is not contained
Each new day
Brings its own challenges
I'm like a child at play
Living the mystery
If you choose to be secure
You have chosen death
Next moment isn't certain
This could be your last breath
Living in the present
Don't let it slip away
Past does not exist
Future is a dream
Truth is not contained Открыть страницу с текстом

Falling into despair
Perception disappears
Nothing remains
Time ceases to pass
Society declares
You are dysfunctional
Manufacture disconnect
To profit from effect
Culture that rewards
Achievement and success
With identity of self
Devoid of deeper meaning Открыть страницу с текстом

Mother Nature deserves our respect,
Instead she is under attack.

Her roots grow deep into the soil,
Leaves blow in the wind beneath the sun.
Streams and rivers polluted with oil.

Soon she will purge us,
Her beauty will live on
Long after we're gone.

Seas will rise.
Earth will crack. Открыть страницу с текстом