Prophetic Lyrics

Mouth is full of distaste

Anger that you misplaced

I wish you could have seen yourself

The hatred that you displayed

Never in my life have I ever felt so betrayed

I see your ghost whenever I decide to misbehave

Lighting fires getting high and flying down the freeways

Never did we pray

I'm my only prophet and

That is what we say

That is what we say

That is what we say

That is what we say

Shh, it's time for the birds gospel

Come witness agonies like third apostle

Simply put, the world's hostile

But the garden of Gethsemane to the waters of Bethlehem

I bartered and trekked the land and found that

Anything's possible

You are unstoppable

There's a space between the response and the stimulus

Try to live like victimless

Working away the wickedness

To death, we're all indigenous

But I am the antithesis

Your worship's only courtship

No need to force it

No need to enforce it

Though, no need to scorch it

I cannot endorse it

I cannot stop it

I cannot top it

I am my own prophet

I am my own prophet

I didn't find God

I wasn't supposed to be looking for him

I sacrificed myself

Didn't know I was supposed to be cooking for him

Life pulled me away

And now I struggle just pushing towards him

Man is God, man is God

Eternal light in mortal form

And death is where the portal's torn

All is now, all is now

A short burst of a thunderstorm

Lost in clouds, lots of doubts

Lost and found, stop and shout

I'm my own prophet

I am my own vow

I'm my own God

I am my own now

The word is creation

And I am my own mouth

I'm old and I'm ancient

What happens and what's about

I made a great mystery and hid all the clues

And the only way to know is step in every man's shoes

Make the right choices, that which every man choose

Let the current and always deep in every man's fuse

Oneness attained from the few

But all it takes is you

Yeah, to live in the moment

Listen and focus

Your soul and your life must conjoin it

The metaphysical coitus

One with the shell of a tortoise

Head meets the tail like quarters

Snakes in a coil, self-cannibalized and

Transported, fabric of time was distorted

Yeah, he broke through the plane

Yeah, I wrote through the pain

All that I've tried explain

You become only what you've already became

Everything that you lost is what you have to regain