I do, I try
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, becomes into a molten, woven
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, finds its way to gold
I do, I try
Has the nothing beside you become personal?
Has everybody around you just given up?
Since installation, a healing source
Ego trained from stallion to Horus, thy deep
Gain the throne, what’s said is done
There’s nothing left to say
Gold worlds stand at the edge
Zero worlds, zero tone
There’s nothing left to say
Extra-senses play
Giving gold, heal the soul
There’s nothing left to say