It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to

So let us not wear pendants around our necks
Let us not read books with definitive text
Let words not be twisted and infinitely stretched
Just eternally understood with no concept of being correct
Beyond the comprehension of the highest intellect
Up on a level where beings interconnect
Your string of regrets dissolves into the next cosmic
Month, roll on the age of Aquarius
No longer caged up and scared of this
Ensnared by false flares blarin, impairin this
Vision of the precarious balance between the various
Elements starin us in the face, tearin us like waste paper
Cause we keep comparin this laced vapour to
The carin energy of a god that is not greater
Than anything, how can it possibly be if it's everything?

It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to

Ever since the silence of the so-called Big Bang
Ever since its soul swam into the great expanse
And created billions of mythical lands
Since the birth of the sun and the earth, the first
Volcano to burst, there was no rehearsal for this shit
God's faith in itself just makes this fit
So it knew that it was OK to risk it
It is all that is, it needs nothing to assist it
All force was drawn forth from its existence
So ultimately nothing can enforce resistance
Against the raw source of all omniscience
But we pour thoughts on our sores, make ‘em more vicious
For all the fictitious sources of our anguishes
We are lost, no more than offshore fishes
Who crawled away from the seas and up into the trees,
Simultaneously rising and falling to our knees
And sprawlin all across the continents to conquer other free
People's freedom, even their motherlands to seize
Conceiving reasons that we make ourselves believe
The way we perceive has become a mental disease
You say that you wanna fight for peace
Motherfucker please, how is it reasonable to pull
The trigger, I figure the bigger man would stand up,
Take his oppressor by the hand, say look,
These lands lay fucked, because you raped them
Swallowed by a thousand darknesses, you couldn't escape them
So you faked the relationship between your hate and the
Self you make in your imagination
As your physical self fell out of unity with creation ‘til the
Subject of thought turned to empty contemplation, and
Made a false idol of itself through separation, and
Repetition of this splittin cells built the nations, for
The bacteria grew into mould and split to separate stations
So sit back a second and solve the equation
Now if we are the creators of this great illusion
Could we also be the creators of truth proven?

It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to