Soma

Lyrics

Poetry's rooted deep in her streams Fit for a yearly tuning, slow and Hit right all glooming Pink scented sweet Socrates, until Release So on comatose, existential peace The feeling is weaning to flaw in time for weeding Spring, singing, so in love, to winner dysfunction When life gets cold to touch but some get rough Mother Earth may be a massive kiss Welcoming death with a kiss Slowly, quickly Unannounced sentence schemes Control is for the wicked So it's best that the weight that you withtake Floating, floating, flowing Oceans, motions mimic the river's mind, the salty divide The tides yearning for constant [?] in the Earth's turning