Turn another time
Turn another time, spool
I think therefore I am
Familiar to most
How long did we eat the seed
Planted by our host
For a billion years between our eaves
Still hatred brings as many tears
Still we judge each other, why
When we're only looking for the same high
The same high
I'm tired of misconceptions
But I'm used to being asked for suggestions
I salute you, but desert you
Won't be a prisoner of assumptions anymore
Does language define us?
Is reality words?
How far do we appear to be?
Is the measure of skill?
But with our chunky soul we face the need
Of nature's planned dependency
Don't hold contempt for ecstasy
Just mount the dead, I'm the spring
Mount the dead, I'm the spring
Mount the dead, I'm the spring
Mount the dead, I'm the spring
I'm tired of misconceptions
But I'm used to being asked for suggestions
I salute you, but desert you
Turn another turn
Turn another turn
Turn another turn
Don't need persuading by the status quo
Don't need persuading by the status quo
We can make changes
If we open up, we'll see
The history, they sell us holes
The structure, but reinforce the mold
We need to strip it all away
Let this fall
Turn, turn, another turn
Another turn, won't you turn
Won't you turn, what we learn
I'm tired of misconceptions
But I'm used to being asked for suggestions
I salute you, but desert you
Turn another turn
Turn another turn
Turn another turn
Push away what they're selling me
We will ask what we need to be
Focus on a strategy
To open up our minds
And dance together
To the king
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